remember when these pieces of shit were everywhere and they were the best thing ever
Sometimes when I say “I’m okay”, what I really want is for someone to hold my hand, look me in the eyes and say “I know that you’re not okay, here is $1000.00”.
they know me so well
in grade 8 french we were talking about napoleon bonaparte and this guy bought up the letter that napoleon wrote to his wife where he was like “i’ll be home soon, don’t wash” basically saying like he wanted to have sex with her unbathed or whatever and i was like “oh ew french people are so horny” and this girl tapped my shoulder and was like “excuse me..my dad is french, are you trying to say he’s horny??” and that’s when i truly knew white people are crazy