Do you think the claw-machine claw gets lonely when no one wins for a long time, aching for the briefest moment of contact, the plush touch of fleeting companionship?
how high are the people running this blog
Goddammit auto correct..
Well fuck! Who the FUCK shoved a pole up your ass and left it there?
Calm your shit!
reblog if you’re on this site to rebel against your Amish parents
I thought I would get hate for this post but then I remembered I can’t
I honestly couldn’t care less about getting a Spanish minor anymore.
Don’t. EVER. Use your fraternity as an excuse!