June 2012
nosdrinker:
yo who’s going to Jay Gatsby’s party later
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AICE MATH REVIEW TODAY!
blinkingangels:
archimedean-spiral:
Is it bad that I’m excited?
I JUST DEFINED “CREEPER”
Oh my god. XD This is over a year ago!
I wrote a poem for my english class. My teacher had it read in all her classes after mine. I don’t understand why. All these people wrote fabulous poems about photography and music and their parents and so many other great things. What was mine about? Butts.
ghost hunters: can you communicate with us
*door creaks*
ghost hunters: oh so your name is william