I am sick and tired of numbers defining me. My GPA, my weight ,my SAT score, the number of likes you get on an instagram photo, the amount of retweets you get… these are not who I am.
When your pet adjusts their position so they can lay their head on you
Zoe and Alfie: Come out as couple Luke and Emma: Come out as couple Carrie and Pete: Come out as couple Dan and Phil:… Phandom: And now we wait
Cake
i need need need the library one for my birthday pls pls pls
You can say you’re not in the cake fandom but EVERYONE is in the cake fandom
why am i only motivated to sort my life out at 4am
wish i was witty and cute but instead im sarcastic and annoying
alright where are all yall getting these kermits…
he sank the boat he was working on just to kill the captain
do any millionaires follow me that are bored
*has a bag of sour gummy worms* hey you want one *you go to grab a blue-red one* *I immediately stop you* no not that one
I used to be a kid who ‘was going places’ but then I joined Tumblr
that explains your url
12 Year Old Attempts to Reply to Hate Messages With Shitty Comebacks Hour right here. You're too young to have an account on this site, let alone relate to/understand the shit you reblog, hunny. Stick to your Blues Clues and apple juice.
I’m 17 and won awards for debating and I own a company in California as well as Indiana so whether or not I’m 12 or 17, I have accomplished too much in life to take shit from you

















