March 2012
me: wow i like this person a lot
me: i should talk to this person
me: wow look!!!! a perfect chance to talk to this person i should totally take it
me: types out message
me: gets nervous
me: exits page
me: floats away from computer
me: drifts out window
me: is lifted up into space
me: orbits around earth
me: is incinerated by the sun
Watchtropicaltrilla:
hodgybeatsme:
Holy shit
omg i can’t breathe omg.
5 tags
Boys suck .
I’m sorry to the male population of Tumblr, if there is any. But why must your kind be so… aggrivating!? I just don’t understand! I truly do not want to linger on this, but I had to get it out of my system.
wake up: exhausted
12 am: exhausted
3 pm: fucking exhausted
5 pm: really fucking exhausted
7 pm: about to pass out
bed time: the energy of 5 million condensed suns
February 2012
3 tags
itsonyoufuckingcunts:
do you ever cry because you’re not british
first base: being in the same room
second base: breathing the same air
third base: eye contact
(i'm adding) fourth base: tweeting sexual things at them. (hypothetically, of course)
2 tags
aimmyarrowshigh:
I wish we said “fancy” in America. As in, “I fancy you.” It’s such a more agreeable term than “I have a crush on you.” What’s a crush? Like, I AM A BOA CONSTRICTOR AND I AM GOING TO IMMOBILIZE YOU WITH MY MISPLACED AND OBSESSIVE AFFECTION. “I fancy you” is like, you’re so shiny and glittery and I just want to put you on a shelf and look at you for a while ‘cause you’re fancy.
