My 7 rebellious Things to do before school starts in September:
- Get drunk
- Have a fling
- Go pool hopping
- Get high
- Make out with a guy
- Do grafitti
- Go paintballing in the park with the guys.
I’m going to a private school next year. Better be as bad as I can while I’m able.
P.S.: Take that, Mom.
She barely makes time for me as it is, and we’re best friends.
I feel like if we’re not best friends, we won’t be friends at all.
I’m going to a different school than her next year.
I’m really scared that we won’t be friends anymore.
“Wow mom, you were so passionate and funny”
And I’ll be like:
”WOOOOOOOOOOOWW MOM how you hated school”
And I’ll be like:
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”mother, you were weird …”
and me:
“Mom, why are there so many photos of Dad and his band?”
And I’ll be like:
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I’m sitting here like “GET THE FUCK UP”
But they’re sitting on the ground like
And I’m like “Bitch, you tripped on a twig.”
I remember when I made this post, 20k+ notes, yeahyuhhhh
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