I wish I could go back in time and not let fucked up stuff happen to me.
Beauty or brains?
Fuck that, it’s not a dichotomy. Let’s not act like mascara glues girls eyes so shut that they can’t read a word of Dickens or solve a trig problem. Let’s talk about how no boy has ever been asked if he’d rather get his Bachelor’s or get married; no boy has ever been told that he’s too handsome to run for office. So why cover up my tits so you can take me seriously?
Beauty or brains? I’ll take ‘em all, thanks.
There’s something vulgar about eating a banana in public.
Oh, you filthy fruit you.
"I ignored your aura but it grabbed me by the hand, like the moon pulled the tide, and the tide pulled the sand."
i have feelings for you so i’m just gonna distance myself from you cause you probably like someone else aha