i hate when people ask “who you tryna look good for?!” bitch myself bye
so glad I don’t deal with fuck boys anymore
(my friend just came over to talk to me bc she feels guilty about asking her bf to tie her up bc she liked it but it freaked him out bc he didn’t want to hurt her UGH like please)
give her my number
I think about this commercial a lot
sat in the library laughing to myself omg
If you can’t handle the sass, you can’t handle the ass
- giving gifts stresses me out
- getting gifts stresses me out
- what a bizarre fucking holiday
- there is a tree in my house
Wendell is hands down the greatest homeless fashion designer who ever lived. He makes almost all his clothes from things he finds. I hadn’t seen him in awhile, so I was quite thrilled to walk up on him Tuesday, doing this to a Gandhi statue.
why doesn’t someone hire this nigga? I mean, seriously.
this is what I felt like this morning when I fishtailed and almost spun out going around a curve, in traffic, at 60+, but straightened out and recovered at 50+ still.
I’d like to give a shout out to Grand Theft Auto and Gran Turismo, without which I’d have died in my car ten times over by now.
always dress the way you’d want to look if you suddenly became the main protagonist in an anime