What if everyone’s parents start getting tumblr like they did with Facebook
If I don’t become famous for this I’m going to be sad
I have two moods
One is highly sophisticated intellectual who goes into complex thoughts and is always moody and deep
the other is an immature 5 year old that doesn’t know how to control herself or her language or her actions
there is no inbetween
"What are your talents?"
u know u fucked up when u still haven’t slept yet and u hear birds chirping outside
There’s always an after party after funerals and there’s nothing more strange and awkward
Im pretty sure the word is “reception”, not “after party”.
Tomato potato or however that expression goes
when people keep talking and you just wanna