The next person who makes a joke about my pole dancing and calls me a stripper, I’m going to show them this photo and say, “You may or may not take me seriously, but just know that I can probably crush your tiny little skull with my thigh muscles.”
There’s nothing I don’t love about this.
never let your printer know that you waited until the last minute to print something and you’re in a hurry. they can sense fear
school isn’t even about learning anymore, it’s about passing
how is cooking feminine i mean it’s fuckin knives and fuckin fire and fuckin dead shit
that’s how it’s feminine