Why people ask me shit like “how was work?” or “how is school?” like work is work, school is school, I would rather be on a yacht right now while gettin some dick but here I am
No, I’m not waiting for Rae to come out of the ladies room because I’m worried about her. I’m doing serious mixed tape business here obviously, which will conclude sharpish once she tries to sneak past me out of the chippy, in order for me to follow her at a discreet distance to ascertain that she’s okay. It will only be happenstance that our paths cross again briefly in time for me to sort out three twats giving her grief before I slink off enigmatically.
I’m actually concerned for boys who complain about how different girls look without makeup. Like did you think eyeshadow permanently alters a girls eyelid? Are you frightened when people change clothes
Babies have no concept of object permanence
That’s one of the sickest burns I’ve ever read.
*hits on you* *actually hits you*
is it bad that i’d rather have a strong wifi connection than a strong human connection
*planet explodes* *removes one earbud* what
"so tell me again how did you get into the 1D fandom"
"well i was just gonna check who that curly one was and then"
before you find your angle
when you find your angle
We will destroy you.
forever my favorite picture of them