i panic a little when i see posts with a lot of notes that i don’t understand
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i panic a little when i see posts with a lot of notes that i don’t understand
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people who’re always up in the middle of the night are either:
lonely
in love
or
sad
or watching anime
or nightblogging
or masturbating
or reading gay fanfiction
or writing gay fanfiction
So lonely or sad
why do women’s clothing designers believe that girls do not need pockets
It’s so they can sell us bags
what if our fingers were only as long as our toes
My little sister is getting made fun of at school because she’s adopted.
This is what she responded with “Well, my parents chose me. Your parents are stuck with you.”
IT’S BACK OMG
FINALLY I THOUGHT IT WAS GONE FOREVER
I FOUND ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
bras are so expensive like i didn’t choose the boob life the boob life chose me
I talk a lot of shit for someone who panics while ordering food at restaurants
“you can’t wear that!!!! people will get the wrong impression!!!”
the impression that i am a hot babe with an ass that just won’t quit???? honey that ain’t wrong that’s just fact
who am i shaving for