In 2nd grade there was this boy in my class named Peter and I could never figure out if he was a boy or a girl because he had long hair and wore overalls and when I asked him he was like “I’m a boy why do people keep asking me if I’m a girl!” and then the substitute was like “I see a pretty little girl in the back who needs to stop talking” and I think the expression on Peter’s face is what could only be described as 300% done.
(Source: ivlostmymindd)
