“Can I go get my lunch from my car?”
“Mr. Smith, WHY DO YOU EAT SO MUCH FOOD??”
“Can I go get my lunch from my car?”
“Mr. Smith, WHY DO YOU EAT SO MUCH FOOD??”
“IT’S MEIOSIS MONDAY!!!!”
i don’t understand how i can have so many hits on my fashion blog and i havent updated in weeks…
no! i cannot be sick this week:
i have 25 pandora stations! and i listen to all of them! all art projects coming out of the kiln tomorrow, and i get to help unload! using a mac book for my mammoth journalism project! david! WOAH! (i am at a high point right now. hope it lasts.) oh, and one last thing: pony art project going well and “eyebrows” was actually a great group member in history today, and carried us to a win in the debate/competiton thing.
all the funny feelings ive been feeling the last day or three, all of a sudden i open up tumblr and everyone else is to, to some degree. i feel more and more like i am not alone/crazy for being “the only one who feels ….” because i am not. fun!
the perks of being a wallflower by Stephen Chbosky (via playingdead) (via sarcastic) (via srsly) (via unicornology) (via glitterati)
OH MY GOSH: David, i said this to you yesterday! do you remember?
Yahoo! Answers (via unicornology)
kbunny, they’re just shy :)
(via charlene)
oh my gosh, for real! haha… yes. i like to think that unicorns exist on the moon.
TumblrWorld, whats your fav gmail “theme” so far? Having any luck adjusting to the new look?
I tried “Beach” and “Night Shade,” and stuck with the latter. I think I want to stick with just changing the colors, and not have some stupid picture at the top.
I like the tree one. Not only because there is a tree involved, but also because said tree seems to change depending on the time of day/weather/my imagination(?).
I just switched to the notebook one and it’s so coooool! i feel like my gmail is a part of my journal…coz it looks like it!
just because i am not them. sorry i am not what you want me to be. sorry im not good enough for you, that im not a ******* sucker, content with being manipulated and talked about behind my back like a fool. sorry im not your mom, and i make you cookies from mix, *gasp*, probably with preservatives.
(hope you caught the sarcasm)