Radioactive - Imagine Dragons
I’m waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I’m breathing in the chemicals
Imagine your icon crying over a stack of buttered pancakes.
Ehhh…. This is a school announcement. It is now 10pm on the east coast.
Night Time begins now.
Well then, good night. I wish you all have pleasant dreams…
“women aren’t allowed to—”
“women shouldn’t/can’t ___ because periods”
“men are biologically better than women at—”
“only men can/should—”
“it’s not ladylike to—”
“you’re not a real woman if you don’t—”
“men are dominant and superior—”
“women have to—”
“she’s a slut/whore/trashy woman because she likes to have sex”
“she asked for it/it was her fault for—”
“women should wear—”
So my parents just found out about my fourteen year old brother smoking weed because they found this on his window ledge. So in the middle of a huge lecture my dad decides to open the Baggie and smell it to see how strong it is. He immediately starts crying with laughter. THIS NIGGA HAS BEEN BUYING AND SMOKING FUCKING OREGANO. FUCKIN ITALIAN HERBS. SON. I CAN’T. I CANNOT. I CAN’T DO THIS.
This isn’t funny. That’s the gateway drug to a full blown marinara addiction. It’s good this was caught before this kid started hanging out at Olive Garden and sucking on every breadstick he can find to score another hit.
IT GOT BETTER.
UH THANK YOU! I STILL DON’T KNOW HOW TO RESPOND TO PEOPLE SAYING HAPPY BIRTHDAY
I love girly girls that wear bright colors and floral patterns and have long hair
I love androgynous girls with spiky hair that wear baggy jeans and sweaters
I love sweet innocent girls in sundresses with wide eyes and soft voices
I love hardcore girls with tattoos and piercings with attitude
I just love girls (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧