Sometimes I look at people and make myself try and feel them as more than just a random person walking by. I imagine how deeply they’ve fallen in love, or how much heartbreak they’ve all been through.
still need to see this
my anaconda don’t want none
unless you DEFEAT THE HUNS, SON
if multiple girls named paige hang out together is it called a chapter?
[starfire voice] MY ANACONDA DOES NOT WISH TO PARTAKE
when someone hot follows you back
when youre googling your homework assignment and you find a website with all of the answers
A crowd of children rush into a sweet shop just as it’s doors open after the end of sweet rationing. February 5, 1953 (The Telegraph)