some flowers just arrived for my sister but my mom thought they were for me.
and so she asked if they were from henry and of course i asked what the hell she was talking about
and she was like “henry, the boy you’re always talking about.”
she meant henry david thoreau.
i quote henry david thoreau so much my mom thought henry david thoreau was my boyfriend
Look for the girl with a broken smile.
ask her if she wants to stay a while.
Omg I haven’t burst out laughing like I just did in a long time
I’m so stoned and this almost gave me a stroke I laughed so hard.
when you see your reflection on your laptop screen and you just look
God I’m so fucking tired of guys who think I give a fuck about their opinion on abortion, guess what I don’t and I don’t think it’s any of your fucking business if I want to have 1000 abortions fuck you I will and I’ll have slayer playing while they do each fucking one