Edie (est. Texas, 1996)
“Oh hey. Look at those Indians over there. They look happy. They’ve probably been here for a long time. We should leave them alone since this land is already taken. We should head back to England and have ourselves a cup of tea.”
Elementary was nothing like Recess.
Middle school was nothing like Ned’s Declassified School Survival Guide.
High school was nothing like High School Musical.
And I bet college is nothing like the preview of Monster’s Inc 2.
I want a refund.
“Aauungh fuck that nigga that loves the square root of 69 aauuungh last name ever first name YOLO aauuungh hug me brotha”
You are the Zubat above my head,
the Weedle beneath my feet,
but sadly there’s no Antidote in my Bag
and now I’m both Poisoned and Confused
When I look into the water,
I see your reflection
in the form of a Magikarp
holding an Everstone
I bet one day in the distant future, people will think 11:11 was some wish-granting god that teenagers worshipped.
My relationship.
I have a feeling that a large majority of people on Tumblr get sunburnt easily.
Bitches love compliments.
I wonder if hookers ever use the term “fuck bitches, get money”?