I’ve been following some of you so long I’m so attached to you I don’t even care what you post anymore I just enjoy your presence and personality thanks for being so rad even though I don’t talk to a lot of you yeah this post just got 10 times creepier ok bye
using blankets that are straight out of the dryer
2014 is gonna be tough because it’s hard to change a 3 to a 4
i have homework but i also have a blog and we both know which one is more important here
ah yes, the 90s. i have fond memories of that decade. crying, pooping my pants every day, wearing diapers, being bald, being a baby. that was the high life.
In health our teacher was showing us how to use girl condoms and passed around a fake vagina that everyone had to put said girl condom in. It got to a boy and he said “Do I really have to do this, vaginas aren’t really my forte.” and thats basically how he came out.