April 2011
Mom: Come eat.
Me: Neverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Mom: Fine. You can starve.
Me: Whatever mom.
Me and my friends dancing
Expetation:
Reality:
I hate it when I walk into class late and everyone's like:
and everyone asks why you’re late and you’re just like:
That awkward moment when you set something down for a second and it freakin disappears
SERIUOUSLY -.-
Reblog if you can rap "Super Bass" by Nicki Minaj.
when someone meets me:
they think I’m all shy like
But then they get to know me and I’m more like












