I’ve mastered the art of not giving a fuck while simultaneously caring way too much
“pass me a joint”
i rip off my arm, crying as i pass the detached extremity to my friend
STOP BEING SCARED TO SEND THAT “HEY” MESSAGE TO YOUR CRUSH. WHO KNOWS, YOU COULD BE KISSING THEM IN 2 WEEKS. YOU NEVER KNOW!! TAKE RISKS!!!
people who make you feel bad for liking what you like are the worst kinds of people
who ever said high school was the best 4 years of their life must have had a really fast metabolism and was probably really popular and had lots of friends and got good grades and did not have social anxiety
Cheer up, you’re never alone! There is probably at least 1 bug in your room
At first I was happy but now I’m scared of a bug.