Waiting for someone, or something to show you the way.
No one told u when to run. You missed the starting gun.
the size of your thighs, or your waist, doesn’t matter
its the size of your bank account that we really care about
when you were going to copy off ur friend but they didnt do the homework
and you can choose what kind of tree you want to become
just imagine cemeteries looking like this
life after death
THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANT
this is how all cemeteries should look. its awkward to hug a gravestone. imagine hugging your grandma/tree. ugh rebuild all cemeteries
my self esteem drops faster than my battery life
I googled “angry duck” and I’m really glad I did
I feel you, little duck