Yes(:
Hi, boyfriend.
Please text me back. I miss you.
(Source: wiild-unic0rns, via i-n-s-0-m-n-i-a-a-deactivated20)
Dear Glaring-Stalker-Chick, Get the fuck out. I don’t want your boyfriend. I have my own. I don’t care that you choose to glare your bitchy little face off every time I walk by. However, I do care that you hunt me down in the hallways just to watch me and glare at me. Take your goddamn boyfriend, your beady eyes, and get a fucking life. Sincerely, Fed Up.
(Source: andrewbreitel, via nannars)
YOU ARE AS SOFT AS A CLOUD WRAPPED IN SILK. I WANT TO MARRY YOU. WILL YOU MARRY ME?
I’M LISTENING, AND I’M REALLY REALLY CONSIDERING IT, BUT THAT WOMAN JUST THREW THE PICKLE OFF HER HAMBURGER.
JUST LET ME HOLD YOU FOR ANOTHER MINUTE. OR FOREVER, BECAUSE I LOVE YOU.
I LOVE YOU TOO. I REALLY DO. BUT IT’S A PICKLE. JUST SITTING THERE ON THE GROUND.
Sounds like us :)
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