my clearest memory from high school is my best friend asking if i’d brought gym clothes and me asking “who the fuck is jim”

*cha cha’s real smooth away from academic responsibilities*

ladies dont start fights, but they can finish them.

that is a cat with a hairbow how is that relevant to the caption

Uncultured swine

*is still v excited about books but doesn’t have the motivation or concentration to read like I used to*

I feel so attacked because accuracy.

I say no worries a lot for someone who worries 101% of the time

#tits out for Debbie Reynolds

(to the tune of The Final Countdown) it’s a mental breakdown

ive never fucked off and been a fun and irreverent young person bc im literally aware of all possible things that could go wrong at all times in any given situation