April 2011
When you tell your friend to look at the person...
orion-wolves:
fifthdimension:
^ that guy is me~
i do the same thing. and i dont know why…
just dont.....
don’t ask me for help then.. if i can’t read your paper out loud to help you then screw you. fine dont ask for my help then, when you want someone to help you do something. dont ask me for help when you get lonely and you think no one likes you (because we hate you, no really we do). dont ask me for help, when you wining and you want to have a meeting with half the people on the floor...
Who are you?
I look at your profile everyday, just so i can see your handsome face. I think you might be taken and I’m a little shaken. But then, I look at this beautiful person, they are better than you. I think I might ask them out, and still be after you. We could so totally have a three way, or find two more people and we could have an orgy…. lol. I know it sounds so pleasing and so cool, but...
Hell
I hate my life. If i could re-pick my life, or redo it, i wouldnt pick mine again, i would rather have anyones life but mine. I’m a fat, black, not very smart, creepy, ugly, non attractive, chubby girl, who lives in Hell. No, im not joking i literally live in Hell. I wish i was telling a lie, but i couldnt lie if my life depended on it. I feel like if i walk out of my bedroom door,...
“can’t is the cancer of happening….”
Reblog if you literally can't stop thinking about...
“i blinked and i cured my brain….”
“can we vote on your marriage too???”
“true love doesnt have a happy ending. true love never ends!!!”
“I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
The three is...”
– Harold & Kumar escape from Guantanamo Bay 