YOU KNOW WHAT TIME OF YEAR IT IS AGAIN MOTHER FUCKERS
"this reminded me of you" is the cutest thing. like i dont care if its a song or a photo or a youtube video i will be excited
Oh will you take me as I am?
Will you take me as I am?
who wants to make out with me for like 4 hours
a novel about a girl in high school who’s popular, likable and fashionably inclined with a fair amount of consensual sexual partners who is bullied by the quirky new girl who thinks she’s so much more special because she doesn’t wear makeup and isn’t “slutty” and every girl is a carbon copy except for her
I hope y’all find some chill on this fine sunday
i’m afraid sex will sound the same as when you stir potato salad and that’s why i’m staying a virgin
Uma Thurman in Quentin Tarantino’s ‘Pulp Fiction’, 1994.
if someone writes you a letter or makes you a mixtape or composes a poem or song about you or creates literally anything for you then you had better cherish the absolute shit out of that person because they care about you a real lot