I'm a systematically disappointing spin-off of the best friend you'll ever have and the worst enemy you'll ever make. I hate the third month of the year, I love Betty White, I fear old age, I'm a decent writer, an okay pianist, a terrible jack-in-the-box of puns and tear jerking one liners, and I can't dance.
I make every error of human reasoning, I don't break promises, I'm not a solipsist, I can't waste time, I'm a hypocrite, & a flirtatious cornucopia of cliche causes and ironic effects. My heart and my head are the same like in shrimp, and I'm begging just begging to get my heart broken by the next Byronic hero that walks by.
Give me a polar bear, and I'll give you my soul-which is nothing but a blissful reminder of why you miss childhood, and a spinning vortex of stinging insecurities and paralyzing self-doubt.
Hi, so you probably have just scrolled through pages and pages of girls with tans and cute shoes. But I bet you won’t reblog this picture of my sim, Rae, who has been trapped in a bathroom stall for 12 hours because this girl won’t move. She hasn’t eaten & is socially deprived to the point where she has been having tantrums. I admire her strength & bravery <3 Rebagel if u have a heart.
This won’t ruin your blog.
omg i just died
I can’t stop laughing asdfiojskd
omg
this is something i believe in. holy shit.
(via thatkidsgotmoxie)
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