when my parents complain about me
me when i’m not ok but I don’t want people to worry about me
i think it’s cute when someone admits they have a crush on you
i think it’s a fucking miracle
It’s 2089. all cops have been replaced by genetically modified dogs that let children pet them, help old ladies cross the street, chase down criminals, never eat donuts, bark at cat-callers, analyze dna, easily track down murders, pee on white collar criminals, and tear the faces off of rapists. utopia has been reached.
you ever wanna take a pic
but like the camera like “damn shawty not today”