Isn’t it the worst feeling ever if you see someone holding their book like this
he looks like a joint
what the fuck kind of joints do you roll
I don’t know what my future holds, but I’m hoping you’re in it.
what if with our first clot of air when we are born we inhale a soul, and every time we breathe out, we squeeze a tiny part of our souls out. would our final breath actually be the very last soul fragment leaving our bodies?
Woah woah wait
you know those things that say “you become like the 5 people you hang out with the most”
that would explain why, because you would actually be inhaling little parts of them over time
Oh my god
‘it’s not cold’ said the PE teacher with a coat on
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