Well He’s Not My Type But He’ll Do.

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Saturday, March 24, 1984. Shermer High School, Shermer, Illinois, 60062.

“Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. What do you care? You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at 7:00 this morning. We were brainwashed.”

liam is really just out here….not giving a single fuck…thanks Dad

HELLO??? WE STAN AN INTELLECTUAL

Me, minding my fucking business:

Tourettes: hey, that’s a nice essay you got there… would be a lot better if you…

✨pressed the space bar 42 times✨

I hate how the same people who recognise that gods are multi-dimensional proceed to act like Dionysus is this 1 dimensional party god and if you don’t fit the bill, you shouldn’t be worshipping him. 

Like Ah Yes, I guess his healing aspects, his power over nature and vegetation, him being the god of fruit, the fact that he can be interpreted as asexual, etc etc just don’t fuckin exist 

liam is really just out here….not giving a single fuck…thanks Dad

Beverly, pointing to Bill, who’s holding hands with Stan: This is my boyfriend, Bill, and this is his boyfriend, Stan. 

USE HEADPHONES