me: does anyone want to go to a concert with me? real life friends: me: real life friends: internet friends: YES OKAY I'LL BOOK A FLIGHT AND WE CAN HAVE A SLUMBER PARTY AT YOUR HOUSE AND HUNT THEM DOWN AFTER THE SHOW AND MEET THEM AND MAKE THEM LOVE US AND MOVE IN WITH THEM
my thoughts at schoolme: i shouldn't have stayed up so late on tumblr. me: why are you talking to me? stop. me: maybe i can touch her hair without her noticing. me: i wonder if anyone can read my thoughts. me: maybe if i run out the door fast enough, no body will notice. me: i wonder what that dude is thinking about. me: so. tired. me: i could be on tumblr right now. me: i hate you all. me: that kid needs to brush his hair. me: can i just punch you? me: why boys like , oh her boobs.
