IM SO PISSED OFF THAT WE DONT HAVE BALLS ANY MORE
I WANT TO WEAR A HUGE DRESS AND BE COURTED AND DANCE AROUND AND HAVE MY GOWN SWEEP THE FLOOR AND BE ALL ELEGANT AND GRACEFUL WITH GLOVES AND SHIT
BUT NO WE HAVE DUMB HOUSE PARTIES WITH CHEAP BEER AND RED CUPS AND HORNY TEENAGE BOYS WHO PUT THEIR HANDS UP MY SHIRT
for a second there i thought you were talking about testicles omg
*AGGRESSIVELY STILL ISN’T FINISHED WITH HOMEWORK*
A version for tumblr that can be read without opening a new tab, since plenty of people would scroll past this story otherwise.
Please reblog for Malala!
i’ve gone too deep
someone is going to say “i have to go to the moon” in a bored, defeated tone one day
There is no ‘we’ in ‘food’
but there is an ‘ood’
are you guys really going to make me blacklist the word ‘metaphor’ are you really
i hate everything u choose to be
I claim this street!