theme by shekissesandtells.
My flirting skills are the equivalent of a squirrel running back and forth on the road trying to decide if it wants to get hit by that car or not.
so I was in class today and we have these chairs that you’re able to adjust the height on and I looked straight at my history teacher and pulled the lever so the chair sank and I told him that I was going down in history
I just really want a golden retriever and I want him to wear a red bandana and I want to love him to pieces.
Today I did my persuasive speech in class about why I think same sex couples should be able to get married in the United States.
It figures I had to go right after the kid who was talking about why he thinks homosexuality is wrong.
After I went, we were having a conversation. It was civilized, but he kept asking me questions like why do I think this, and that, and I just wanted to be like, “BECAUSE FUCK YOU THAT’S WHY”