YOU A LITTLE STUPID BITCH. FRONT LAWN. GNOME.
GIMME SOME MOTHA FUCKIN HEAD. DOME.
THIS SHIT WASN’T BUILT IN A DAY. ROME.
I’M REAL ASS SHIT AND YOU STYRA. FOAM.
YOUR INTERNET EXPLORER AND I’M GOOGLE. CHROME.
DAMN, I’M IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN’ HOUSE. HOME.
(Source: gregorgy, via tropical-gabe)
how we never know who’s thinking about us. Who’s staring at their phones wishing we’d text them. Who’s planning what they’re going to say to us, but never do. Who find us insanely attractive but have no guts to approach us. Who are so jealous of us and wish they were us. Who wishes things would have worked out. Who regrets never telling you how they felt. I wish I knew.
“dnt wurry abt wat a pit in ur drink its called a d8 rape drug 10 mintues ul be fuked up open ur nasty as legs up”
Wat
