Murphy’s Law (For girls)

When you look your best, you don’t like anyone around you. BUT when you see your crush on the street, your hair is greasy, you’re wearing sweat pants, you have a ginormous zit on your forehead that looks like it’ll explode any second now, you have herpes and you’re holding a supermarket bag that contains toilet paper, tampons and other stuff about your private parts’ hygiene. And he looks GORGEOUS.

Why is is that everytime I HAVE to study, my bed is flirting with me?


WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

Playing with my cousins in my great-grandfather’s house