I think one of the main reasons I’m so enamoured with pop punk is because it’s one of the few genres which genuinely does not give a fuck about what people think. The fact that they don’t care that they’re making themselves look stupid is just incredibly endearing to me.
Wooooooo
Tom’s band were in Kerrang! Woooooo
My limbal rings are really pronounced today. The oddest of things put me in good moods.
Tom woke me up this morning by grabbing me by the wrists, then making me punch and slap myself awake. I was so tired, I couldn’t even resist (not that resisting would make any difference), so I just lay there moaning pathetically, while he went “STOP HITTING YOURSELF. WHY ARE YOU HITTING YOURSELF?”
Not only that, but when I eventually woke up, he grabbed me by the sides of the head and shook me like a crying child, hitting my face into the pillow each time.
Fucking worst boyfriend ever
3pm-5pm today is happy hour at Starbucks. Half price frappuccinos. I recommend a chai creme frappuccino. No seriously.
Seriously.
Get one.
Seriously.
Seriously.
Basking in this train’s air conditioning. Sweet lord. I love you, Virgin trains
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Jesus Christ, I get away with everything. Still getting child tickets at 19 and I missed my train and got allowed onto the next one. Chicka chicka yeah
Anonymous asked: If I wasn't anon, I'd have just reblogged with "I can't fap to this". Really, jerking, jerking, jerking, mud fox out of nowhere. Ruined.
Good to know you have excellent taste though, bbz
Anonymous asked: ...well that was a sudden change in direction.
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