Class: *reading aloud*
Me: *counting the number of people until my turn and practicing the paragraph i have to read*
we were in the car and my dad was all like “if all the other kids jumped off a bridge would you” and I was like “yeah cause there’d be a huge pile of bodies to land on” and he starting choking and almost swerved off the road
first like 10 minutes of every kitchen nightmare
gordon: ok I will have the grilled cheese
chef: *using a hair dryer to make grilled cheese* I’ve done nothing wrong in my life
what? how much do i love you?
how much sand is on the beach? a gotdamn lot right? how all that sand get on beaches? what is sand forreal like its clean dirt forreal. wtf is a beach too this shit wild to think about. baby where you going
I feel like such a boring teenager compared to my parents and their friends like they were all out destroying the economy and doing irreversible damage to the environment and all I do is sleep and eat fries
the ancient gentleman beside me spent the whole flight reading explicit gay erotica in large print on his kindle. we have landed and he is long gone but I will remember him as a good omen, a guiding light of following one’s heart to set me on my way. godspeed, gay porn grampa. you live on in my heart.
i do not love dogs any more
haha that was a joke. i am pulling your legs, april fool. i will always love dogs and i will fight anyone who hurts a dog
“hey guys, hey guys, hey guys” – the sound of me loading multiple beauty guru videos at once
If I can’t have love, if I can’t find peace,
Give me a bitter glory.