April 2012
79 posts
Ancient aliens!
It’s all zombies now! Hahah
Told my mom to get me Doc Martins for my birthday this year and all she did was laugh…. :/ I hope she realizes that I was being serious.
I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.
It fucking pisses me off when extra people are added to your plans without your knowledge. Like what the fuck. Now, we don’t have enough room in the car. Seriously, I don’t expect to have to drag others around when they weren’t asked to go.
