You can say whatever you want, state your facts, tell your lies, but I will forever and always put the blame on the poison running through my veins.
excuse me mom but whoever smelt it dealt it so it is in fact YOU who’s doing the weed
"all we need is your credit card information"
*trys to hit high note of favorite song*
*puts mascara on hair* morE VOLUME
trying to drink hot tea while wearing glasses more like
where the fuck did the laptop go
In 5th grade I was supposed to have a sleepover at this girl’s house and after about maybe two hours there she said “do you hear the voices? There’s demons here” and I immediately called my mom to pick me up