Today and tomorrow will mark my final days of high school. One chapter is ending just so the story can keep unraveling. I’ve never been more terrified and excited in my life.
Do you ever wish that the person could see the pain while you cry so bad that you cry even harder?
If you can’t concentrate in school because the mere sight of a girl’s bare leg is too much of a distraction, you are probably a danger to society tbh
he was F2. she was F1. can i make it any more obvious.
he was a picc. she didnt play. what more can i say.
he wanted her. she’d never tell but secretly she wanted him as well.
all of her friends stuck up their nose. they had a problem with the piccolos.
HE WAS A SK8ER FLUTE SHE SAID SEE YA L8R FLUTE HE WASNT GOOD ENOUGH FOR HER
SHE PLAYED THE CONTRABASS BUT HER HEAD WAS UP IN SPACE SHE NEEDED TO COME BACK DOWN TO EAAAARRRRTHHHHH