being a girl is really fucking expensive
hahahahhhAHAHAHAHhahahahahhahahah WHO IS PAYING FOR YOUR DATES
hahahahhhAHAHAHAHhahahahahhahahah WHO IS PAYING FOR OUR TAMPONS, PADS, ULTRA SOUNDS, PAP SMEARS, OB/GYN VISITS, BRAS, CLOTHES, MAKE UP, HAIR PRODUCTS TO GO ON DATES WITH FUCKERS LIKE YOU?
No words in the vernacular
Could describe this great event
You’ll be dumb with wonderment!
Can’t say my mom was too happy with my senior pictures…
lifes too short to pretend to hate pop music
Or I can just hate pop music because the majority of it stands for nothing but living your life in a moment with no worries or problems and denying reality. Plus there’s not enough guitars for me.