today my teacher said “we’re gonna do a new poem form today called a sonnet” and i said “sonnet the hedgehog” way louder than i intended to and everyone stared at me and that was a low point
amethyst is… gone
Why is it always something?
Like it’s literally always fucking something…………….I can’t go a week without there being something
me: why is everyone reblogging this… (turns on sound) …Oh.
‘How Banana fish should have ended’
Happy New Year, people! I wish you a great time <3
Some days I’m like..fashion doesn’t matter….some days I’m like. Fashion is all we have
penguin-smoothie