ok so i was taking a dumb selfie to show these earrings yeah and
LOOK AT MY EYES
OH MY GOD
HOLY SHIT IT’S THE MALEVOLENT ONE!!!
hell yeah im the malevolent one
*breaks mary’s phone or iPod or whatever she has idk*
serves u right u little shit
//whispers softly//
I know that feel. ._. Be the TMO.
A guy named Bret was my Scott last year. I get really bad migraines, and I’d have to leave class a lot, and every fucking time I returned he’d count the minutes I was gone and fucking whisper it to everyone. And make a big fucking deal out things every time I didn’t present a project in front of the class because of my anxiety. Though now I’m rambling.