once in kindergarten a girl asked me to write “super girl” on her arm since i was the only kid who could write so i wrote “shit” on her arm and i hid under the table for like 30 minutes then the teacher found me and yelled at me then called my parents and my dad laughed so hard he cried
In art class my friend rolled himself in bubble wrap and stayed like that the whole day. When he sat down in our math class the teacher told him to take it off and he didn’t want to so he said “long live the king” and rolled out the door and down the hallway. And all you could hear was the faint popping of the bubblewrap as he rolled away. My teacher never went after him.
its always the math teacher who tells you you cant
I love Tumblr
I will never let myself scroll past a picture of Walt and not reblog it. I feel like I’d be dishonouring him, and he’s just done so much for me that it’s just not right.
This man is the reason why I dream
He was also deeply antisemetic. Just so you know.
best day of his life
Little bit. Yeah.
THE HOLLA COURSE