laughingstation:
These are not chips.

They are crisps.
These are chips.

That is all.

we don’t care

#DON’T TELL ME WHAT MY FOOD IS
THIS IS A VEGETABLE

BECAUSE WE LIVE IN AMERICA

These are chips

and these are chips too

That is all.

who the fuck cares about chips and fries and vegetables when you can have bagged milk

you win this round, canada.
Dying.
Dead.

OMFG

You will laugh out loud!
(Source: onelifelefttolivetoforgive, via anawkwardflamingoo)
That realization..
that prom is over, and soon, your final year of high school will be over as well.
There are so many people who I’ll never see again. Those random faces in the hallway I smile to in the mornings, the teachers I had last semester, not to mention the spot. When will I see them again? I’ll miss VP so much, you don’t even understand. Vp’s my home, yes it is ghetto, but all in all, i love it. I love the way the heaters/air conditioners dont work. I love the way the lights are motion censored, I love the way every wall is covered in posters, I love the lunch spot, I love how i’ve had my locker in the same hallway for four years, I love SLC elections, I love the yearbook, I love the library during my spare, I love spending hours after school in front of my locker, I love how I’ve met the most amazing people in the entire world, I love how no matter the time of day, there will always be another female in the bathroom, I love the locker decorations, I love the spirit ..I just love being there. I cant imagine myself anywhere else.
Its kills me every time I realize that next fall, I wont be there anymore.