Top Notchh.

period:	WAKE UP ASSHOLE, YOU GOT CRAMPS.
period:	How bout an entire chocolate cake for breakfast?
period:	How's that back pain? Feeling better? Let's fix that.
period:	Corneas glance by a VS magazine on the table. Instantly horny.
period:	Find a cookie as big as a house and eat it.
period:	See a male specimen of any kind. Instantly horny.
period:	Where's your Tic Tac box filled with ibuprofen?
period:	Got things to do? Don't care. Sleep.
period:	See a female specimen of any kind. Instantly horny.
period:	For dinner you're eating an entire bag of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.
period:	Breeze blows by. Instantly horny.
period:	You didn't like those brand new underwear right?
period:	Yell at a puppy.
period:	Close eyes and wait for repeat tomorrow.

(Source: superwhitegirlproblems)

(via littlereasonstosmile)

(Source: thedailycrave, via lysnick)

I hate it when I feel like I’m bothering you. Like those times where you take twelve years to reply, and it just makes me more eager to talk to you because I feel like we’re so distant so I text you to see why you’re in Narnia and just….idunno. I feel like whenever I do that you think I’m being some clingy, annoying bitch and that I should realize you’re doing important shit. I do realize it, that you have serious things to do right now, but it’s just the fact that we’re running out of time together and I just want to spend every last minute talking to you and being with you before we have to part ways. I just don’t want to be a bother.