I go by Lyndsey, I'm a disappointment. I like a lot of indie bands.
and my U.S. History teacher was trying to get us to understand why it was such a big deal that England had put a tax on colonial sugar, and he goes,
"What if you had to pay a tax every time you logged onto wifi?"
And the whole class just went
and I heard at least two people whisper “I would murder someone”
I will keep reblogging this in the name of historical science
ONLY DEAD PEOPLE KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN U DIE AND THAT FRUSTRATES ME
on my grave i want VIP not RIP
I need more money for cute underwear and plants
I will stop reblogging this when it stops being perfection.
sitcom where people gradually get killed off and their spot in the opening title theme is replaced with dead silence