I’MMA ST8 CURB STOMP DAT BIEEETCH.
I like to hug you, because you’re super tall and you kinda swallow me up in your arms. It’s like I’m in a warm little cave.
I like feeling protected. (: <3
No fucking way!
In Computer Apps. right now. It’s like…10:30.
Wtf? I thought Tumblr was blocked by the school.
HA! TAKE THAT! I’M A FUCKING REBELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.
FIRST THOUGHTS WERE NO GOOD.
TOSS THAT SHIT OUT.
Is it a crush if I can’t help but smile and shy away when you’re inches away from my face?
If I’m anxiously waiting to see you walk around the corner so I can hug you?
If I get incredibly giddy when I hear that you talk about me?
If you’re the one person I never thought I wanted, but you just might be the person that I never knew I needed?
Can it be a crush if I’ve cast you aside for all this time and am only now discovering how much you mean to me?
This is the second time in which the comedy of Dane Cook has helped me write an essay in my government class.
I use this product called “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter!”
Because when I’m having toast, I like to be incredulous.
"How was your breakfast?"
I had sex with Tiger Woods.
Can I get a photoshoot now?
People will wait.
People will lurk in the bushes outside your fucking house.
People will tap your phone lines and hack your e-mail.
People will watch you at every opportunity.
People will wait until that one moment in your life when they see that everything is going perfect and then…
People will fuck it up.