Actually, it was The Pretenders, in their song “I’ll stand by You”.
I act like I like children; in all honesty though this is actually how I feel most of the time I’m around them. No Joke.
Oh… well, thank you tumblr for making me realise I might actually have a slight anxiety issue… because this totally explains me.
I’m so glad I’m not this bad about it anymore. Balls.
Describes me haha fml
HOW DO YOU MAKE SOMEONE START TEXTING YOU.
HOW DO YOU MAKE ANYONE
So, if you tune Taylor Swift down 3 semi-tones, she sounds like the lead singer of Fun.
haha this is amazing.
This is SO COOL. :D
Nobody ever listens to what I say.
Nobody seems to even care what I say any more.
To be honest I think nobody would care if I just disappeared.
THE GOLDEN RULE OF TUMBLR
my god, we’re all Ross.
So in conclusion, we are all the men of Friends, combined.
Not just the men.
Phoebe is basically a walking night blogger when she’s got a guitar. Admit it.
In conclusion, we are the show Friends.
we all need this on our blogs
So much love for Friends. this totally made my night… Have to reblog :]
:D :D :D :D :D
Via Only Fear
Stop making me hungry. I’ve gotta go to bed.
If anyone wants me to leave their url around Birmingham then message me what you want me to put down. You get 25 words and then your url. :)
Just cause I’m doing it with my own, I’m offering others too. :)
My only condition is that you’re following me. Just so I’m not overrun with requests. :)
what if cars didnt have wheels but had mechanical feet so you just saw cars running around everywhere
It would give running someone over a whole new meaning
a hit and run
This is actually really creative. :D
is pansexuality not caring if you find an alligator
If the alligator is limp, is it a reptile dysfunction?
we need to get outside
This is why I’m in love with this website.
You know that feeling when you meet someone online and you chat with him for like 6 hours but then you have to go and he tells you he doesn’t have any other way of talking to you so you panic and quickly ask him out and then realise that you’ve just asked out a total stranger and you’ve got no other way of seeing each other and then you’ve really gotta go and you become afraid that you’ve just met the perfect guy for you but he’s probably not even genuine and is just faking and you’re really damned afraid you’ve just fallen for a paedo and Oh god I really feel like cutting right now.
I hope he finds me again on Omegle…