my dad just yelled “IT SOUNDS LIKE YOURE MAKING OUT WITH SOMEONE YOU BETTER NOT HAVE A BOY IN THERE”
OMG
HOW IS THIS NOT THE MOST POPULAR POST ON TUMBLR
it was the summer of 7th grade going to 8th
a nigga was stressed and depressed
walking home like
“how the fuck did i manage to do this to myself”
on the brink of tears everyday scared to tell my mom
luckily they had this program
“read away your fees” or some shit like that
every half an hour you sat in the library and read it took 2 dollars off
my niggas.
my mother aint see me for about a month and a half.
So no one at my friend’s old high school is allowed to dress up for halloween anymore because one year this kid came to school on a bike wearing a red jumpsuit with tampons taped to him. He rode around the school telling people he was the menstrual cycle
I had to.
you did good
the one change I was totally okay with the movie making
“Merlin’s beard! Is that an actual acromantula?”
“A dead one, I think, sir.”
More artwork by Mary GrandPre, artist of the American Harry Potter covers.
to dance!