first let me hop out;

drew --- look my girl trippin', say i treat her like a ( g r o u p i e )

[vinnyburt-blog]

Grant’d practically be gay if it weren’t for Vee, whatever.

Uh, sorry. Should prolly introduce myself. Hey, I’m Vin. 

[fckdrewpy]

Your brother stole your girl an’ he might be gay? Shit, dude.

Drew. ‘Sup? 

[vinnyburt-blog]

They’ll fuck you over if you fuck ‘em—and then they’ll go running off with your brother. Key’s not to go back to the same chick. 

[fckdrewpy]

----Dude, my brother’s gay. 

[vinnyburt-blog]

Girls suck, man. 

[vinnyburt-blog]

[fckdrewpy]

Where the lie, dude. Fuck ‘em, literally.

[bpisabella]

[poseystaco]

[fckdrewpy]

“I am really excited about tacos. “

[andysclark-blog]

It’s all fun and games until you’re literally crying over Bridgit Mendler.

[fckdrewpy]

Need a tissue? 

[tuckerava-blog-blog-blog-deacti]

It’s so weird how grapes don’t really taste like anything on the outside. Like, if you just put a grape in your mouth it doesn’t have a taste. But then you bite down and you’re like woah — that’s a grape.

[fckdrewpy]

...Mind blown, officially. 

[fckdrewpy]

virgoaziz:

If you don’t hear from Coach Kimberley in the next few weeks, don’t worry about it.

...Do I wanna know?

[faithkinney]

My little brother’s friend told me that he’s taking drama next year, just so he can hang out with me. Don’t think he really unstands that classes are exclusive to grade levels. On the bright side, might get an awkward freshman actually auditioning for drama club, next year. Haven’t had that in a while, most guys won’t join until junior year, sophomore year, if we’re lucky. But then again, I don’t think he’d actually stay for a long time, once he realises that I’m not going to really hang out with him.

[fckdrewpy]

I see someone's little brother's friend has a little bit of a crush--you probably couldn't pay me to join Drama Club. Although, maybe that's just because I can't even lie--can't lie, can't act. That's what they say... yeah? 

[blood--and--chocolate]

[wnq-writers]

The thing is, your idea of your “dream girl” changes over time. You grow up and come out of each broken relationship with a different perspective. You realize people aren’t perfect, but it’s their flaws that make them unique and special. You begin to understand what you truly value in a significant other. I’ve found that I don’t care how fucked up your past was. If you’ve made a change for the better, I will help keep you going in the right direction. I’ve found that the little things mean the most. It’s the 3 am drunken texts saying “I miss you when you’re sleeping,” the uncontrollable laughter after one of us (probably me) does something embarrassing, and the extra long hugs when everything is clearly not alright. Those are the moments that material things cannot replace. I’ve learned that people deserve the truth, including yourself, regardless of how hard it can be to say or hear. Above all, I’ve found that you can’t make people stay. If you love them, let them go. A year from now, they’ll realize they made the biggest mistake of their life. I need a girl that knows we will have fights and difficult times to overcome, but will still always fight for us regardless. I hope that girl is you. I’ll keep my fingers crossed and my heart open.

pizza-overeverything (via wnq-writers)

[brittrobertsons]

[cameronwill-blog]

I’m just wondering where his parents were in all of this; he got up, got ready, and went out the door— not a single soul told him it was Sunday. Assumptions, most of the time, lead to failure, Angel.

[fckdrewpy]

My guess is asleep, my mom usually is when I wake up. You're such a teacher, dude--have any of your teacher friends ever told you to lighten up? 

[cameronwill-blog]

He showed up to school on a Sunday, Mr. Valencia.

[fckdrewpy]

What a loser, that sucks--he didn't even get to sleep in. Mr. Valencia? C'mon, Mr. Williams--I thought I was your fave. 

[fckdrewpy]

So, at six I went to set up the obstacle course the Freshmen are doing tomorrow ——- and as I was leaving around seven-fifty some kid comes running up to me asking if I can let him in. He thought it was Monday and he was late to class — I felt so bad for the poor child.

...What? You totally lost me there, bro.

[maybehonestly]

[eatmadeleine]