when I was like 6 i was at church with my family and I asked my mom how much longer until it was over and she said 15 minutes so I counted to 60 fifteen times and it still wasn’t over and that’s why I don’t believe in god
You discuss me. Period.
no I discussed why I don’t believe in god
lay nudes at my gravestone, not flowers. flowers will wither away, but a bomb ass booty is forever
the fact that kids feel physically ill and have mental breakdowns at the very idea of going to school should be a clue to some people that maybe something isnt fucking right
i thought i saw a fruit flavored breath freshener but it must have been a fig mint of my imagination