My sister keeps asking me if I want to go see The Great Cosby with her and I don’t have it in my heart to correct her.
so i was eating some of those sugary gross conversation hearts. (they were on for $1 at work) and I was reading them.
they say like ‘cool’ and ‘ur cute’ and then suddenly
I think the factory workers need help
your blog is basically what your bedroom wall would be if no one cared
i fricken hate math jokes I only get them a fraction of the time
sometimes i’m drinking something and i can feel it spilling on me but i just keep drinking because i don’t care about anything anymore
(Source: clubpenguln)


