Good to meet you lasagna.
I just have a lot of thoughts.
my problem with writing stories is that i’d rather imagine it and play it out in my mind than actually put it into words
when you’re trying to sing your favorite song and your friend tries to start singing with you
HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING AROUND
"Where is my Edward Cullen?"
"Where is my Damon Salvatore?"
"Where is my Christian Grey?"
For your sake, jail I hope.
when someone barges in on u and your guitar