Momma fredz found my certificate from when I got slimed on Nickelodeon. My childhood was better than yours.
Not sure if it’s hormones or if it’s because it’s my birthday and the anniversary of my fathers death next week but every single little thing is bothering me today and I wish I had someone to talk to
what the fuck how is he putting his arm through the cat and it doesn’t even care
You clearly don’t own a cat
relationship status: slept with laundry I was too lazy to fold
Call him single
Bless whoever looked at a picture of two mountains and thought of this.