I didn’t know how this post was going to end so I assumed the cat started organizing the crayons????
this is neat
me whispering to my dog in the dark: hey.. you still up?
Urban outfitters is ripping me off with the help of a party named ‘Bambam’. This is taken from my original work tryypyzoyd. I’m furious. PLEASE SHARE TO HELP.
I will respond in the post to any inquiries: I emailed them and I’m waiting to hear back.
Thanks so much to anyone who reblogs this post. I will follow you if you reblog.
FACT: the USA is trillions of dollars in debt because obama won’t fucking stop buying things on farmville
I wish people could just say how they feel like ‘hey I really don’t like when you do that to me’ or ‘hey I’m in love with you’ or ‘hi I really miss you and i think about you all the time’ without sounding desperate why can’t everyone be painfully honest and just save people the trouble