85%

bro she does look exactly like the girl at the coke dealers

not like some people's faces who are like

"damn nigga you got like 60% minimized on that face"

this is like an 85%

niggas be like

your brain notices it

you dont

but I brought it up

Lol

true true

she probably has bacne

"she looks like that girl from twitter who does coke...hey what's wrong with her?"

my dick is 400 meters

long

@Deleted User haha virgin!

I keep this coked out facebook message by some dumb roastie on my google docs cause im an asshole

Five years ago today, this was me. Two weeks into my undergrad and new life in Montréal, 3 months into being 18, bursting with life and spirit. So ready to face "adulthood," so ready to run my own show, so ready for university. Vibrating with the sheer potential of it all. In my mind, I was prepared to live as the adult I had felt I was for many years. Turns out that idea was obliterated because holy shit I had growing to do. I had mistakes to make. And I made them. Liberally and with gusto. I had wounds to heal and mentalities to dissect, unpack and rebuild. In the coming months after this photo was taken I grew so much and so quickly, I could hardly keep up with myself and looking back, I can pinpoint these moments of growth like a map of the stars. I had so much bloody resilience and determination and still do now. So here I am, 23, sitting in a radical Airbnb in Tokyo, meditating on the last five years, mesmerized by the passing of time, trying to be gentle and less self-critical because my life has been crafted by me with diligence, care, strength, momentum and support. I have no idea precisely how others perceive me and can't be bothered to dwell anymore. I am powering toward bigger goals, goals I could not have even put into perspective five years ago. I am cushioned in my adulthood by the labour I have done to make myself happy. I have committed to my happiness and sacrificed for it. I feel loved. The growing pains have slowed but are a reminder that it's been a trip. I am grateful for my existence. I am grateful for the survival of my youth.

this is every woman's internal monologue in the world

and this lasts from 15-30

unless you can be a badass

and break it

that is a perfect representation of woman brain

The fact that women think men give a flying fuck when they're like

"I've been here and here and here and here"

bitch I care in that I know you sucked dick in all those places

its all TV normie shit

my friend was goofing off while her, some semi known musicians were hanging out and she went up to him and was like "you should really have some respect for whats going on right now"

"did you parents watch tv a lot?"

"yeah you sucked al ot of dick cool see ya later"

What rules is art hoes who think they're 'different' but are even worse examples of that shit

art is just a one up for girls with lop sided tits or a shit waist line

You know what I mean

It's not about the art

The type of girl

i shouldnt talk to much shit though alot of good male artists are good because of physical short comings but girls wear it so superficially

the baileys in my coffee is kicking in

Best female artists view being female as their shortcoming

lol

art hoes are fucking nasty