my sense of style is
“fuck im late”
“what is this”
“i love this shirt im gonna wear it for 2 weeks straight”
“Hey can we go in your room”
“No”
“Why”
I’m pretty sure that if a doctor checked my heartbeat he would hear the intro to WMYB
remember that one time when there was like a twitcam every fucking day and we kept missing them so we didn’t sleep for a week just in case
im laughing so hard
he just shoo’d them away like they’re insects
“shoo shoo bitch dont bother me”
