uh wow.
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Source: skulkcity
- Puffy paint is to the sorority girl as the paint brush was to DaVinci.
- Blobs are not your friend.
- Puffy paint > alcohol. Just kidding. Kind of.
- A true friend lets you puffy paint their car.
- Who needs a therapist when you can puffy paint?
- If you puffy paint your finance book, put it…
Today my mom wasn’t home, so my eight year old sister asked me to set some words for her so she could write her daily sentences. I knew she did them every day, but I’ve never bothered to read them before.
My sister is a lot of things. She’s extremely smart, fairly quiet, and absolutely hilarious. But today I learned two new things about her:
a) my sister does not have a way with the written word
b) my sister is addicted to crack cocaine
I don’t know what the fuck she’s smoking but I want in on it sweet baby jesus I did not know what to do with myself while I was reading some of these
what is wrong with her
I don’t even understand what some of these mean
(things you should know: I am natalie, and her “silkys” are two little silk & velveteen blankets she’s slept with since she was born.)
oh my god
“I intended for my plan to go this way”
“I am beginning to be a horse” omg
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Source: higgitusfiggitus