skeletons have become a meme and that means there is a meme inside you, with you at all times.
I love this so much that it actually makes me feel a genuine sense of happiness
"dick is abundant and low value" i am screaming
once during a class discussion about The Lady with the Dog by Chekhov, i was arguing with another student because i thought that the characters had ulterior motives and he thought they were really in love and the professor looked me dead in the eye and was like, sometimes the way we interpret stories reflects deeper parts of ourselves
and i felt like he just saw into my soul and then tore it all up into little bits it was terrible
soulja boy tell ‘em