I feel like I want to start writing letters to people I’m leaving. Like, “here’s how much I appreciated you” letters. I want people to know the...
i told my sister not to put her finger in my fuckin smoothie and she did anyway and i punched her (kind of hard) in the stomach and now she’s crying
a musical entitled “may, senior year” filled with hits such as:
“i never knew you wanted to join the military”
my mom has been listening to “i like to move it” from the madagascar movies for a solid ten minutes now
file under: things that happen once i come...
“black children do not respond well to ‘high school musical 2’”
the shit my mom says is unreal
Two peanuts were walking down the street, one was assaulted