July 2012
1,224 posts
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itsasongaboutwantingyoudead:
I DON’T UNDERSTAND PEOPLE WHO DON’T.
ROFL I LOVE HER.
Someone help.
Keep me company so I don’t go crazy at the doctor’s. 509 361 3353.
My bets for the Olympics:
worldofpure-imagination:
Ireland will win, but Krum will catch the Snitch
I'm pathetic.
The reason why I’m so nervous to go to the doctor’s to get my depression medication upped on dosage is because he’ll see my fat thighs and I don’t want anyone to see something that’s so disgusting.
If I ever bump into Harry by accident
Me: Omg
Harry: Wat?
Me: Omg *hyperventilating* - it's you!
Harry: Please don't scream!
Me: *fangirling*
Harry: I know, I know, I'll take a picture with you and here's my autograph
Me: I can't believe I just got your autograph! Your like my favorite from the White Eskimos.
Harry: Yeah .. wait what?
Me: I just loved your cover of Summer of 69! I've heard it like 50 times
Harry: But you ..
Me: I can't believe you guys split up
Harry: *confused*
Me: Oh well.. Thanks bye!
Harry: *whispering* but please ... come back ......
I'm just disgusting. My thighs are huge, I look...
