I wonder what it's like to follow me.
Reblog if you PRAY. Like if you DON'T.
Whenever little kids stare at me, I stare back...
I overreact about everything.
Tumblr error: My phone freezes: There’s no more ice cream left: I get a paper cut: Someone doesn’t acknowledge I’m here: Couples makeout in front of me:
I hate when the chorus of a song is the only good...
During any other part of the song i’m like: but when the chorus comes on
I'm always hungry
Morning: During class: After Class: Lunch: Dinner: In the middle of the night:
Reblog if you love Britney Spears
When people take forever to text back.
So you gonna take 15 minutes huh? I’ll take 17, bitch.