Fill your heart with bees. If someone breaks your heart, then they have to deal with the bees.
in 4th grade we were making clay pots in art and our teacher kept saying “make them thinner! those are too thick they won’t work” so we made them thinner and when she put then in the kiln they all exploded and she told us it was our fault because we made them too thin and if that doesn’t describe the school system i don’t know what does
you know when ur older relatives say things like “aww u were so cute when u were little” like excuse me bitch im still cute
Gym Instructor: So what’s your favourite machine to use here at the gym?
Me: The Vending Machine