I’m not usually a first-row kind of guy, but I promised myself I wouldn’t hide in the back of the class.
social media is destroying our planet! no one talks to each other. people’s mouths are shrinking and vanishing. yesterday i sent a text message and a nearby tree fell over and instantly died. a sinkhole opened up because of all the time we wasted on youtube
I was adopted.
My "father" slew my parents in battle.
Wow, same here!
He killed them right in front of me.
I was just an infant so I don't really...
He changed me...
Mother was the one who changed me, actually...
Father could really raise his voice sometimes, hurt my ears and my feelings...
Turned me into an assassin. Used me as a weapon.
I turned on him because I knew I finally had to stand up and do what's right.
Yes... look, this is getting awkward so...
the size of your thighs, or your waist, doesn’t matter
it’s the size of your bank account that we really care about
the older I get, the more I understand squidwards anger
You either die a Spongebob, or live long enough to see yourself become a Squidward.
Not the heroes we thought we needed but the heroes we really needed all along
"Honestly, I think that I cheer on anybody who is living their life on their own terms and wearing what they want to wear and representing what they want to represent. I think that no other female artist should be able to tell me to wear less clothes and I’m not gonna tell any other female artist to wear more clothes. You know what I’m saying? As long as it’s their idea, and they’re expressing their sexuality or they’re expressing their strength or it makes them feel like a woman to perform a certain way or dress a certain way. I just think that as long as it’s coming from them and they’re living their life on their own terms, I cheer them on. Honestly."