some flowers just arrived for my sister but my mom thought they were for me.
and so she asked if they were from henry and of course i asked what the hell she was talking about
and she was like “henry, the boy you’re always talking about.”
she meant henry david thoreau.
i quote henry david thoreau so much my mom thought henry david thoreau was my boyfriend
I get 83rd degree depression when I step on a leaf and its not crunchy like Thanks for nothing bitch
every single child who has ever been home sick from school knows the hell that is Baby Looney Tunes