me: *does 10 sit-ups*
me: victoria secret here I come
We’ve officially reached that annoying time of year where it’s sweater weather in the morning, but by midday you die from a heatstroke.
you never realize how much you love sleeping until you have to wake up in the morning
my last word will probably be either “whoops” or “shit”
People who think bassists and drummers are not important cannot be trusted