british boys: hey babe, how are you? you look lovely today
american boys: whaddup shawty you lookin hella fine winna winna chicken dinna hellz yeah lets get naked
arab guys: you want to make friendship
you’ve never met a british boy have you
oi m8 i fink ur fine as tits
thaats more like it.
feelings are so complicated i don’t know if i like you or i’m just bored
[walks around with an entire big mac in my mouth but never actually biting down] It’s a metaphor, see: you put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don’t give it the power to do its killing.
you took this from a fault in our stars augustus does the same thing only with a cigarette ok ok
i don’t know what you’re talking about this is an excerpt from my upcoming 100% original novel “the fart in our stalls”
I think Tumblr has changed my whole personality and lifestyle
who cares about hashtags when there’s hashbrowns
a message a day keeps the blogger ok