Every time I think of the black market, I actually imagine a market, with little stalls selling illegal things like nuclear weapons and organs.
I JUST WANT A BOY TO LIKE ME AND THINK I AM PRETTY AND WANT TO KISS ME AND OTHER THINGS AND GO TO CONCERTS WITH ME AND GO CAMPING AND WATCH THE STARS AND TALK ABOUT THE UNIVERSE AND UGH
lol weird, theres like 80 million blogs and like .05% of the them are following me
That’s 4 million. I don’t think you should be complaining…………
yo why is there a math teacher on tumblr
my milkshakes bring all the boys are the yard and they’re like “your friend is hot”
ladies. be careful when u wear spaghetti straps. it might distract the boys. they’ll start thinking of spaghetti. they will get hungry. they will stop at nothing to get their spaghetti.
If I ever tell you I’m going to sleep and then you see me posting or liking things online for about an hour immediately after that, I promise I wasn’t lying to you, I’m just bad at going to sleep and it is usually a long process that begins with disengaging from any sort of immediate contact with people (chats, for example) and ends when everything on my screen is blurry and I’m hallucinating plot points I haven’t written yet
if i ever met a genie i wouldnt wish for a million dollars id wish that whenever i bought something i’d always have the right amount of money to pay for it in my pocket
you are one of the great thinkers of our time
Oh… well, thank you tumblr for making me realise I might actually have a slight anxiety issue… because this totally explains me.
I’m so glad I’m not this bad about it anymore. Balls.
Describes me haha fml