i pretend to be punk rock but im really just a vaguely emo indie pop kid who loves fall out boy a lot
when ur sad always remember that u don’t look like you did in 6th grade
Tumblr has given me a perfect sense of humour that’s shared by nobody at school
*casually asks crush when their birthday is so I can figure out their birth chart and see how to attract them and whether or not we’re compatible*
following back everyone until i find a tumblr gf♡
I think the only consistent punctuation on this site is the exclamation point in panic! at the disco
gerard: hey we have this band called my che-
it scares me that you never know what someone is thinking or feeling towards you and everything that they say could be one massive lie
" i want a 6’3 boy "
bitch you need a job
have a seat
men have preferences out the ass
"i want a girl with big boobs, thick thighs, a big ass, a tiny waist, long hair, no makeup, preferably a mix a mix between beyonce and a kardashian"
a woman has a preference, yet suddenly she’s an unemployed bitch
fuck outta here with this bullshit this post is trash