Let’s do it.
Dude, go home.
*singing in falseto* why you mad though?
You’re a wizard harry
because spending my summers in new hampsire under these huge pine trees is my favorite time on earth
i think only fallen out
did it hard! but yeah i’ve smoked before
I wish he lived closer
a little to the left, you?
Life would be better if High School wasn’t so played up.
I have Physics, Trig, and Engineering homework all of which require my brain to switch from listening to Boston and sneezing a lot to mathematics. Sooooooooooooooo i guess that means no homework tonight!
So you live your life up until you’re about fifteen, enjoying the gentle lift of the tide, the glow of the sun, and the chatter of your friends. However, as you near such an age you cross precarious thresholds into an adventure called adolescence in which you encounter the storm of the century: “High School”. It’s in these crashing monsoons that one will realize the tides are now enraged seas, the sun is obscured in shrouds of ambiguity and misdirection, and that your friends are warring. Such a storm will periodically contort your vision of the world around you. I guess the clarity comes on Graduation Day, but until then hold tough sailors.