Hi there! welcome to the randomness that is my blog!
Names Amanda, I'm 16 and sorta live on my blog.
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how come my followers don’t ask me questions and want to know about my life like how often i pee or my fav flavor of chips or how much milk i like in my cereal or what shampoo i use or my GPA or my political party preference or my moms maiden name or how many outlets i have in my room
There will probably be a day that I’ll regret this, but today is not that day.
If you don’t use an empty house to sing obnoxiously and off key in your underwear you are doing life wrong
yeah clowns and heights are scary and all but have u ever clogged your friends toilet
moms are so temperamental you say one thing like “have you seen my hoodie” and theyre like your HOODIE??? YOUR HOODIE???? DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY THINGS I HAVE TO DO EVERY DAY AND YOU THINK I HAVE TIME TO KEEP TRACK OF YOUR HOODIE? NOBODY HELPS ME IN THIS HOUSE I DO EVERYTHING BY MYSELF AND NOBODY ASKS HOW I AM YOUR FATHER IS AN ALCOHOLIC
me: i'm gonna live my life to the fullest!
me: watches 17 episodes of a tv series in a row
the anti vaccination movement basically consists of random people with no knowledge of medicine going “I can medicine better than doctors” and it would be hilarious if it wasn’t literally killing people
you dont need vaccines, I havent had any and Im still doing great
wow, what a compelling argument. you’ve got me
in other news, i am still alive therefore death must be a myth