Your like:
And your parents look at you like:
So you stop for a minute
And when they look away your all like:
(via backwoodsbarbie14)
(via backwoodsbarbie14)
I pretended that tic-tacs were pills/drugs.
Or that wafer sticks were cigarettes…
Gatorade was vodka/alcohol….
Or that grape juice was red wine…
I was just that badass.
“Juan wants to buy 30 pounds of candy-“
“Jimmy, Jack, and Joanna want to split the fare to fly to Africa for the day—”
“I had 10 chocolate bars. I ate 9 of them. What do I have now?”
DIABETES, MAYBE?
let me reblog this again
If I sleep too much, my parents complain.
If I don’t get enough sleep, my parents complain.
If I eat too much, my parents complain.
If I don’t eat enough, my parents complain.
If I’m always in my room, my parents complain.
If I go out too much, my parents complain.
I CAN’T FUCKING WIN.
