In a sea of desks, there’s talk of bags and games and long pipes that leak dreams with the strike of a match. And there’s a loudness to the whispers I hear. Whispers shouldn’t be that loud, should they? There’s a girl over there who everyone knows and men without ears who will stand by the door for a price. In long hallways, there are angry mobs of dwarves and rats and one single angel.
I know it’s fucked up, but I really routed for this bitch when I was little.
its not fucked up because sharpay was just trying to chase her dream and be the bEST SHE CAN BE BUT GABRIELLA CAME OUTTA NO WHERE LIKE LOL HEHE TROY LETS DO ALL THE MUSICALS FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES AND KEPT TAKING SHARPAYS DREAM AWAY FROM HER rude ass bitch
And sharpays songs were SO MUCH BETTER TOO THEY WERE FUN AND GABRIELLA JUST SANG ALL SLOW ABOUT LOVE AND SHE MADE YOU WANT TO FALL ASLEEP BUT SHARPAYS MUSIC WAS THE SHIT
i know you want to kill hitler, and we’re gonna do that! but it’s my time machine. so first, we go back to ‘96 and see space jam in theaters.
sasha strikes again
wHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME
|—||my mom on one direction (via wolvaries)|
literally me when ppl say:
- "niall’s the ugly one, right"
- "louis can’t even fucking sing"
- "zayn’s a fucking terrorist"
- "harry’s banged like 298312 girls"
- "liam’s a seems like a dick"