in a /tagged/me jerking my meat
realize its my own /tagged/me
i love bears so much theyre so cute i want to hug one without dying
when i die please punch everyone who says “i wish i got to know them better”
Since it is now, officially, the holiday season, the Salvation Army buckets are gonna be going out soon and reminder that they are extremely anti-LGBT*PQIA+ so the red buckets and bell-ringing Santas can go fuck themselves.
if you ever feel bad about yourself, just remember this one time in my english class, we were writing horror stories and one of the girls wrote “it was friday the 13th, the night before halloween” for her opening sentence
it’s 4:20 you know what that means. time to go out and milk the cows. life on a pennsylvanian farm is tough but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
one time in math class my teacher was really pissed at us and he was yelling “DO YOU EVEN KNOW BASIC MATH? DO YOU KNOW ADDITION? WHAT’S TWO PLUS TWO? COREY, WHAT’S TWO PLUS TWO?” and poor corey wasn’t paying attention so i leaned over to him and whispered “seven” and he blurted out “SEVEN” and i have never laughed harder and i doubt i ever will
i feel like this dress is sending a message but I’m not sure what it is