So I wanna ask my teacher a question…I get up and go over to his desk. As I’m walking up to his desk the buttons on my shirt just unbutton themselves. And I’m sitting there, looking at him looking at my purple laced bra, wondering if I should cry or just play it off. I shuffle away and didn’t even ask him my question. Literally, I just wanted to die at that point. I just flashed my geography teacher guys. And as I walked out the door he says “byee Mirandaaa.”
do you ever just want to redecorate your bedroom and change your hair and all your clothes and completely reinvent yourself but then realise it takes time and money then retreat to your bed and hate who you are
(Source: brianschecter, via exhaustecl)
(via breology)
This shall be my future bedroom.
(Source: emmatracy)
Honestly, I don’t even know anymore.
