When I was in fifth grade I realized I liked girls but I was like “that’s a problem for another day” and literally forgot about it and then in like eleventh grade I was like “oh my god”
YOU PROCRASTINATED REALIZING YOUR SEXUALITY THAT’S IT YOU WIN YOU ARE THE QUEEN OF THE PROCRASTINATORS i bow to you
every class is art class if you dont care enough
i take my hedgehog grocery shopping and nobody tells me to stop
You may be angry about the writers of your favorite show but you have to remind yourself, “It could be worse, I could be a Glee fan.”
If you are a Glee fan, you’re fucked.