I promise after today I will never think of you again, talk about you again, reminisce about you again, miss you again, or bring your name up ever again. I know a few weeks ago I posted a one-year text post from the day me and you last saw each other. But today is a different one-year…
- Teammate: There's something on your butt.
- Me: Is it your eyes?
- *rubs butt seductively*
narrowing down my “type” of guy is really hard because one second i’ll see a guy that’s clean shaven in a button down with the sleeves rolled and be like WHOA and the next i’ll see a guy with a full sleeve beanie and scruff and be like WHOA
DON’T YOU HATE IT WHEN YOU HEAR SOMEONE CALLING YOU BUT THERE’S NO ONE REALLY CALLING YOU AND THEN YOU SIT THERE CONFUSED BECAUSE YOU SWORE YOU COULD HEAR SOMEONE CALLING YOU
Wait, maybe it’s our loved ones trying to wake us from the coma. They just can’t scream loud enough
wow why the fuck would you say that
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