when i was at my secondary school this is what we did to celebrate the school’s 420th birthday
Some poems from “B Is for Bad Poetry” by Pamela August Russell
I doubt I’ve ever loved a tumblr post as much as this.
yo florida what the hell are you doing
Sometimes I’m confused by Canadian stereotypes but then I realize that we literally dump maple syrup onto the snow, wait for it to get gooey and then scoop it up with a stick and eat it
Everything can be made better with Googly eyes.
omfg that booster pack is killing me
- me: *sick*
- me: *goes on the computer*
- parents: OH I GUESS SINCE YOU'RE ON THE COMPUTER IT MEANS THAT YOU'RE PERFECTLY 100% BETTER NOW GO TO SCHOOL AND GRADUATE AND GET A JOB AND GET MARRIED AND HAVE CHILDREN AND DIE