this is me when my mum thought I had a boyfriend;
like, she actually believed that I wasn’t joking.
I don’t get why someone wants three boobs, like, it’s difficult enough to have two.
Everywhere I go I see “still a better love story than Twilight”, and even if I agree I still wonder; is there a worse love story than Twilight?
There are some drunk guys in the middle of the street, outside my bedroom window, who are screaming about how they plan on taking over the world with their donkey. Yes, Great plan, boys. Great plan.