Maybe in sixty years, we’ll meet again and the timing will be right.
yeah baby i am an ANIMAL in bed. more specifically a koala. i can sleep for 22 hours a day
After high school you realize you were only friends with some people because you saw them five times a week.
when my mum scolds me
Beauty or brains?
Fuck that, it’s not a dichotomy. Let’s not act like mascara glues girls eyes so shut that they can’t read a word of Dickens or solve a trig problem. Let’s talk about how no boy has ever been asked if he’d rather get his Bachelor’s or get married; no boy has ever been told that he’s too handsome to run for office. So why cover up my tits so you can take me seriously?
Beauty or brains? I’ll take ‘em all, thanks.
Slam fuckin’ dunk thank u