if you want to kill someone stab them with an icicle because the icicle will melt and then there will be no murder weapon
i hope someone has a secret crush on me. at least a little tiny one.like a baby sprout one…like a little drop maybe,a little syrupy drop of crushy crush baby love nectar
The awkward “I don’t want to annoy you but I really like talking to you” stage.
listening to a good song but it was in a shrek film so the entire time ur like
The worst part about being there for everybody is that no one ever bothers to ask if you’re okay or not