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just. saying.
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storyofmylifestoryofmylife.
-runs around a few times-
-skanks to LMFAO-
wot iz lyfe
FACT: When I’m feeling ~down, I fuck with my hair and play hipster dress up.
I am 17 years old. I still find this so fun.
OH did I mention the lip synching. Yeah, there’s lip synching.
i’msocoolomg
The first time I ever had a slurpee at 7-11, I thought all the straws were broken because they had that little scoop thing at the end of them.
I ended up throwing away around 15 perfectly good straws before my mother explained that they were made that way for a reason.
.____. I was a confused child.
bearsbeetsbattlestargalactica:
mmmarisa:randolphrankin:gigglymexicans:icwutudunder:beaubokan:berneezyfosheezy:dorkusdramus:guursky:jericrovilla:screews:jpeeralta:
D:
I am so guilty of this.
Lavender: [runs into the hospital wing, after Ron’s been poisoned] Where is he? Where’s my Won-Won? Has he been asking for me? [sees Hermione sitting next to Ron’s bed] What is she doing here?
Hermione: [stands] I might ask you the same question!
Lavender: I happen to be his girlfriend!
Hermione: Well, I happen to be his… friend.
Lavender: Friend? Don’t make me laugh! You haven’t spoken in weeks. I guess you want to make up with him now that’s he’s suddenly all interesting!
Hermione: He’s been poisoned, you daft dimbo! And for the record, I’ve always found him interesting.
Lavender: Ah! See? He senses my presence. [leans down] Don’t worry, Won-Won! I’m here. I’m here.
Ron: [croaks] Her… my… nee. Hermione… [Hermione takes Ron’s hand. Lavender runs out, sobbing. Awkward silence.]
Dumbledore: Oh, to be young and to feel love’s keen sting.
suck it, lavender