i've never seen bad boy types protecting stray kittens to reveal their soft side. it’s always ME picking up the cats.
maybe I'M the bad boy

my grandpa: make sure to always wear your safety straps of your backpack yura
me: sure
me, out of sight: yolo

how do people argue without swearing

the seasons may change but my black skinny jeans don't

teacher: where is your homework?
me: *swings my knife shoes*
teacher: holy shit

it's not you it's your cat allergy

they call me espresso because i'm small and bitter

Welcome To My Twisted Madness

*holds my own hand* it'll be fine babe*

apparently "spite" is not an appropriate answer to "what motivates you?"