December 2009
STORY: BY BSCHH
fuckingobscenity:
dontfearthereaper:
depressingly-awesome:
ta-vie:
go-california-go:
bschh:
it was the first day of school, and i was getting ready to get on the bus, so naturally i was like . so i was doin’ my thang, and eating a banana as i got on. then i saw the driver and he was all like so i was like and he was like so i was like . i wasn’t allowed to eat the banana. ...
Long ride to Treasure Island
Yesterday, we did drove to a place called Treasure Island. So my dad put the GPS on and placed the destination. My brother would always laugh a bit when the thing would say “Go left” or some weird street name cause it’s always in a different accent. Then my mom asked my dad, “do you think we can have this thing in the Philippines?” My dad answered, “Kung meron...
Go to googlism.com, search your name, and post the...
shambala:
marauder-:
mollerrz:
alaskalee:
xdarkling:
milktrees:
ruuthewhale:
mycrookedheart:
rawryourlife:
disposedtolove:
Nathaniel is compromised.
kevin is ready for the storm hells ya
Rachel is getting married.
Rosie is a sweetie
katherine is awesome
Dorothy is delighted
Alaska is often storms
Mollie is still being watched ( …whut? )
Marissa is a beautiful...
“[1] I need to tell you a secret LO0K AT 5
[2] The answer is L0OK AT 11
[3]...”
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HAHA CUTEEE:”>
@maxerdompy
No max. You’ll just be drunk like the rest of us. I love you bitch. HAHA.
1759. I wish my mind would stop rewinding back to...
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1783. I wish I could pull myself together cause...
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1728. I wish that someone would understand that I...
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Four years ago, when i was 18, i noticed that at...
myspoonfulofsugar:
caramelscreams:
Awww :’>
See why I love love? It’s magical.
AWWW:”>
You gotta love parents:>
So I was ranting to my parents about my gay prof who gave me a failing grade. When I told my mom about the email he sent me, she was telling me that it was okay and that I didn’t need it. Blah blah. Then my dad heard what we were talking about. My dad then asked me about the gay prof and what his email was about. So I asked him what he would tell him. He then said, “Dear Mr. Gay...
