I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.

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I’m clingy.

If I like you, I constantly want to talk to you. I want to know how your day went and what you did. I want to be able to talk to you, because talking to you makes me happy. If I see you, I’ll run up to you and give you a hug because your company is the best. Sorry if it gets annoying and you’re bothered by me. 

-d0rk:

takeoffyourpantsandjagket:

have you ever just been sitting next to one of your guy friends and thought 

holy fuck he has a penis

OMFg

laughingstation:

These are not chips.

They are crisps.

These are chips.

That is all.

we don’t care

#DON’T TELL ME WHAT MY FOOD IS

THIS IS A VEGETABLE

BECAUSE WE LIVE IN AMERICA

These are chips

and these are chips too

That is all.

who the fuck cares about chips and fries and vegetables when you can have bagged milk

you win this round, canada.

Dying.

Dead.

OMFG

I didn’t run into anyone I know today.

thebestlolz:

Guess who’s wearing the exact same thing tomorrow.