So my dad has this new idea: Take this wonderful wasabi thing
Turn it into beautiful, small rectangles, wrap it in laminated paper and put it in a trident box, so that it’ll look like this:
Give it to someone when they ask you for gum and watch as their mouth burns. Enjoy.
i hate those friendships that just end for no reason you just stop talking
overhearing a conversation between strangers in which they’re saying something completely wrong and you really feel like correcting them
girl: yaaaaassss bitch thats me as hell