Nick says he has no one to talk to, yet I’m here and would do anything for him. And them I’m here with no one to turn to. Ok.
imagine an entire room and it’s all bed
no floor, just bed
you roll too far to one side? don’t worry, bed’s still there
all is bed
god is real
Can you be there for me? You keep having things that get in the way. Can I just be first? I did my hair and makeup. I packed your gift and a ton of condoms. Am I not the best girl in the world? So why do I get ignored when you said you would be here… yesterday and you weren’t? I just need a fucking hug and you can’t even do that for me? After everything I’ve done for you, I don’t even get one fucking hug.
If I ever see any of you in public, the code is “I like your shoelaces”
that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything
I’m just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person
must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now!
Remember the answer is: I stole them from the president.
always reblog tumblr identification