special talent: dramatically lipsync songs and pretend that i’m in music video
responsibilities? college? marriage? work? children? future life?
“hey can we go in your room” “no” “why not”
do you know what tomorrow is
when i have a daughter i’ll tell her to become friends with the boys who look like lesbian librarians because 8 years later they’ll be attractive as fuck
zayn in africa
BACK TO SCHOOL COMMERCIALS YOU CAN GO BACK TO HELL
“pfffff! i’m a woman and even i think it’s okay for us to not have rights”
no of course i’m not crying over a fictional character
that’s just some dust in my eyes
or a branch
or a tree
or the entire goddamn forest
punk ass white boy
those moments when you laugh so hard you feel a six pack coming on
1d are like the center of attention at the kca’s
when did they become famous.
My clock says it’s 5:30 pm but I swear it was 10 am just a second ago.
how am i supposed to go back to school after spending 2 months locked in my room on tumblr dot com i don’t know how to interact with real humans
my parents think tattoos are ugly im going to tattoo my whole body now