
(via refrigeratorlord)

(via refrigeratorlord)
| my english teacher: | your essay isn't very well put together |
|---|---|
| me: | my thoughts are stars i cannot fathom into constellations |
if a guy stares at ur boobs
just stare at his dick
maybe squint a little bit
(via spectralentity)
you’re the window to my wall
you’re the sweat that drips down my balls
u know when someone really annoying is talking and you can almost hear the XDDDDD in their voice
bras are so expensive like i didn’t choose the boob life the boob life chose me