Heedlessly Impulsive

kawaii-santa-chan:

kawaii-santa-chan:

kawaii-santa-chan:

there is no teacher in my history class rn and we are all just sitting here and being really quiet and whenever somebody opens the door, everyone turns around because we think its a sub but its not and then we just shush whoever walks in

update: we’re taking attendance and sending it down so nobody suspects that we dont have a teacher

UPDATE: THE PRINCIPLE WALKED IN AND DIDNT NOTICE ANYTHING

(Source: stridazzle)


pontmercyanide:

some flowers just arrived for my sister but my mom thought they were for me.

and so she asked if they were from henry and of course i asked what the hell she was talking about

and she was like “henry, the boy you’re always talking about.”

she meant henry david thoreau.

i quote henry david thoreau so much my mom thought henry david thoreau was my boyfriend

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