I wonder if anyone ever looks at me while I’m doing something and thinks I’m pretty. Because I do that all the time to people.
why do teenage girls hang out in odd numbers?
because they can’t even
Idk why I keep getting sad over people that don’t give a shit about me.
it is actually really sweet when someone stays up late to talk to you
Who the hell is this Tinkerbell?
Last I checked; Tinkerbell was a nasty cold, mean ass bitch like this:
And what about this:
Or even this as well:
So I ask who the hell is this:
Because she sure as heck ain’t Tinkerbell.
isnt it odd how the human mind expands inwardly forever
i can build characters and worlds and universes and define new laws of nature
construct stories and timelines and fit it all together inside my own head
and yet i can’t draw a fUCKING LAMP
there’s probably a gay couple out there somewhere named adam and steve.