today there was a “flash mob” set up by the seniors because it was their second to last day so they blasted the macarena over the loud speaker and did the dance in the main lobby but our headmaster knew about it so it wasn’t even funny but whilst walking past the elevator i found out why they really did this so called “flash mob”
it was a distraction
they put chickens in the elevator
(via merrytheknight)
Y’all. His mother is literally helping him learn how to use Twitter.
How dare he.
He is a motherboy and it is endearing as hell.
I CANNOT. I HAVE LOST THE ABILITY TO CAN.
THIS IS THE CUTEST THING IN THE ENTIRE WORLD.
Crying because Chris Evans is a person.
(via brandersnatch)
All these bitches like “HE’S TAKEN. BACK THE FUCK UP.”
CALM. YOUR FUCKING. TITS. YOU POSESSIVE. FUCKBAG.
We get it. He’s taken. Stop trying to run this dude’s life. Whenever someone says this to me, it SCREAMS insecurity. If he really likes you, he’s not gonna leave you just because some bitch is verbally ripping off her clothes for the dude.
Flirting is fun. Flirting is different for everyone. Just because YOU classify it as flirting, does not MEAN that’s what it is. Calm your tits. Remove your claws from his fucking dick and BREATHE.
If he does dump your possessive ass for some other girl, then I hate to tell you—but that relationship probably had pre-existing issues to begin with. Like your control freak personality.
He’s a guy, he’s a human, and he’s an individual. Let him do whatever the fuck he wants. You’re supposed to be his girlfriend, not his damn mother. So kindly remove yourself from his ass and take a good long look at your self-esteem. Or lack thereof.
But for the love of all that’s holy, stop telling him who he can and cannot talk to. It’s fucking annoying.
(Source: gigi8797)
