I'm Amanda, sixteen. Who really knows who I am, find out for yourself.
Anonymous asked: you're really cute. so, are you like lesbian only or...?
uh I’d say I’m like 95% gay
“Clearly, you’ve never known the Buddha like I’ve known the Buddha!!” yells Amanda Freno to Mrs. Gildea-Campbell before knocking over the trash cans and setting fire to the contents of the file cabinets.
The tattoo artist asks Amanda Freno if she really wants “Rimjob?” tattooed inside her bottom lip. Amanda Freno doesn’t have time to mess around, grabs hold of the needle and does it herself because even tattoo artists don’t understand what she needs to be happy. She has to look her best for the funeral she’s attending.
Amanda Freno screams about how hot lesbian, Canadian singer Sara Quin is in the crowded Olive Garden before flipping over the table and running out of the restaurant because her grandparents just don’t understand.
im genuinely scared this is a thing Amanda you didnt make this did you
lmaooooo no omg its casey
Amanda Freno brushes the dark fringe of hair out of her troubled eyes and stares out into the distance of the passing traffic. She realizes that you can forget a lot of shit, but you cannot forget the streets. Amanda Freno sighs and thumps her chest with a closed fist, ending in a peace sign, and runs off into the distance screaming “YOLO.”
Glancing around, hoping nobody could see, Amanda Freno pressed her nose to the seat of the toilet and inhaled deeply. Her body trembled, shaking the man passed out in a vile pool of his own vomit next to her. The cocaine that had now entered her bloodstream gave her the energy to pick herself up…
Amanda Freno is suddenly struck by a shocking dilema when she realizes that YOLO and FBLA won’t both fit on her left ass cheek. Being a teenager is hard work.
Amanda Freno screams about how hot lesbian, Canadian singer Sara Quin is in the crowded Olive Garden before flipping over the table and running out of the restaurant because her grandparents just don’t understand.
“My synesthesia doesn’t define me, I define my synesthesia!” shouted Amanda Freno before fleeing her desk and running out of Period 1 Humanities.
