*walks past the gym carrying extra large pizza*
I WAS ON THE TRAIN HOME FROM COLLEGE TODAY AND THIS CHAVVY GUY WAS SAT IN FRONT OF ME, IN HIS TRACKSUIT, LOOKING ALL BADASS WITH HIS DR. DRE BEATS HEADPHONES AROUND HIS NECK.
THE ENTIRE CARRIAGE WENT QUIET AND FROM THE HEADPHONES I JUST HEARD
yeahhhh it’s a party in the usa
ONLY DEAD PEOPLE KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN U DIE AND THAT FRUSTRATES ME
meeting someone who has the same music taste as you
*deep voice* yummy yummy
can i stay at your place? no hobo
*sunlight hits your laptop screen*
every piece of dust in the world
life hack: don’t join tumblr
it’s a beautiful day to give me money
when I met pete wentz at first all I said was “HOLY SHIT” and I threw my arms up and then he threw his arms up and went “HOLY SHIT” which caused me to do it again
I wonder if anyone ever looks at me while I’m doing something and thinks I’m pretty. Because I do that all the time to people.
no mom, do not ask that relative if they want to talk to me next on the phone.
i hate it when you’re walking along and you suddenly become really self-conscious about the way you are walking so you concentrate on walking normally and just end up like