partybarackisinthehousetonight:
i can’t believe it. i can’t believe your hips lied to me
i will never forgive you for party rocking
I have 99 problems and his arms are most of them.
This explains a lot.
This is Roy, but I like to call him Arms.
if you ever feel bad about yourself, just remember this one time in my english class, we were writing horror stories and one of the girls wrote “it was friday the 13th, the night before halloween” for her opening sentence
A little old, but hope it helps!
shoot for the stars because if you destroy them night time will become darker and then it’ll be easier to commit crimes
IML AUGHING S OMUCH OMG THIS MAKES LITERSALLY ZERO SENSE LIKE ISTHE CUPBOARD TOOO LOUD WHEN HE OPENNS IT????H OW DOES TH AT HAPPEN OMG I DONT EVEN UNDERSTAND
i was supposed to go to bed an hour ago dont tell my mom
my mom says i have to go to bed now which one of u meaners told
who the fudge changed ‘fudgers’ to ‘meaners’
WHO CHANGED IT FROM FUCKERS TO FUDGERS I WILL KILL THE POPE DONT TEST ME
Come, sit down.
his eyes say ‘bedroom’, but his hands say ‘hospital’
