a kid from my school just got expelled today for pretending to be russian for 8 months. he pretended he couldn’t read, write or talk english he did good in all his classes because he had all the teachers and principles convinced he just moved from russia, so they didn’t make him do any work
in third grade this kid got in trouble for saying “be free my niggas” when we released the butterflies
Mike Tyson x Muhammad Ali
I fucking love this photo, made me smile.
CAILLOU BASED FREESTYLE
HER PUSSY BALD LIKE CAILLOU SWAG SWAG LIKE CAILLOU I’M GOOD NIGGA HOW YOU? GO WAY BACK LIKE CAILLOU CAP BACK LIKE CAILLOU I DON’T MATCH LIKE CAILLOU MY WEED YOUNG LIKE CAILLOU GO DUMB LIKE CAILLOU I’M PBS LIKE CAILLOU DTF LIKE CAILLOU MY DICK FRESH LIKE CAILLOU SHE GET WET LIKE CAILLOU THE REALEST EVER LIKE CAILLOU I’M DICKIN IT LIKE CAILLOU BAD BITCH GON SUCK DICK NEED 30 MINUTES LIKE CAILLOU I’M UP EARLY LIKE CAILLOU SHE GET DIRTY LIKE CAILLOU
if i ever become famous i’m going to create a fake account on twitter and tumblr and be part of my own fandom and i will be like bffs with my fans and we’ll fangirl over myself but they would have no idea it’s me
and then one day i would call them on skype and see the blood run out of their faces
Slow down there Satan.
About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.
Reblogging for the comment
How old are you?
How long have you been ten?
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN
Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.
“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”
The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path.
“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.
Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.
Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.
“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.
“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.
Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.
“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.
Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.
He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”
Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.
Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”
I AM SO DONE WITH YOU PEOPLE
OMIGOSH I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH THIS MADE MY YEAR OMG
This is pretty much me in the shower
when you take a shower you turn into gollum?????
And when the conditioner gets in my eyes, I screech:
IT BURNS UUUSSSSSSSSSS
This turns up on my dash every few days and makes me laugh every time.
Shine bright like a washed nintendog