And you don’t even know the page they’re on.
What book are we reading ?!
WHAT FUCKING CLASS IS THIS?!
ABORT MISSION, I REAPEAT. ABORT MISSION.
I feel like i reblog this every time I see it.
i went out to eat lunch with my mom and i forgot what a knife was called so i asked the waitress for “one of those things that you use to stab people with”
[accidentally cares about bands more than education]