there was a white guy with dreads and side burns that sat on a chair next to mine and proceeded to put his feet up on my chair’s arm rest and his gross toe touched me and asked me if i “smoke regular or…you know….graaaaaaass”
they played charades and proceeded to ask if anyone knew what molly was
i got invited to a party and it ended up being just a handful of people that looked like they really liked doctor who
been watching three and a half hours straight of undertaker fights and i show no signs of stopping
my dude not allowed to call me his “main chick” bc that insinuates that there is a side chick and there shall be-eth no bitch but I.
i just cried at an undertaker match because i was so inspired. there were witnesses
"shut your mouth and close your vagina sam"
did you know theres an undertaker doc on netflix that are three separate episodes each like two and a half hours long
see ya in like 7 hours
my ego is so inflated that i refuse to accept any opinions on myself from any one else but me.
100 people could tell me at the same time “you look awful” and i’d still be like
"really???? u sure? i think you are mistaken"