I would be all:
i’d be actually able to talk to him have him follow me on twitter get his number and we’d be able to hang out.
Bitch, I don’t even have a bike.

http://thatfunnyblog.tumblr.com/
you’re like..
and then, you’re talking to your mind like ..
” What the fck ?! Is this really me? Why the hell I look so ugly here? ”
and you go like:






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