You know my name, not my story.

I say ‘sorry’ a lot. Mostly because I feel like everything is my fault.

Trying not to laugh at someone’s face

h0odrich:

mom: where are you going its almost midnight

me: out

myreligioniskindness:

my brother tried to pick up a banana to make it look like he was talking on the phone but all the bananas in the bunch came with it and he just looked at me and went “i guess it’s a conference call”