when your teacher gossips about other teachers
I notice everything. And by everything, I literally mean everything. I notice when someone stops hitting me up like they used to. I notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing. I notice the little things that people do, and the little things they used to do. I notice when things change, and when it’s no longer the same. I notice every single little detail. I just don’t say anything.
i probably still have a crush on danny phantom somewhere deep in my soul
what unusual things have u put ur dick in? like food or whatever don’t say “my ex”
I once left my dick on the floor of my bedroom and one of my friends came in and stepped on it and i swear to god their scream was so fucking loud and miraculous.
Becoming a cold hearted bitch wasn’t really what I planned to do with my life but here I am
whenever I’m traveling I always get tripped out at the fact that this is someone’s actual hometown like they know every back road and how to get everywhere and they’ve probably had tons of memories in this citybut I’m just someone passing by