Anonymous asked: I like your blog. :). And you have good taste in music. And this isn't even a question. Sorry.
Thanks! Don’t be sorry! :) Why are you anon?
Sometimes, I wonder why I’m so full of these endless rhymes about the way I feel inside… I wish I could just get it right.
chicken-scratch-on-the-god-rock:
Somebody tell me they have a Dean.
Please?
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my mom just came into my room and noticed my desktop background and said
“oh that’s so cute i think i recognize it from somewhere did you draw that when you were younger?”
mom
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I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and saw them crying in their bed at night or singing in the shower or humming quietly to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street. And even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think, after seeing them at their most vulnerable, you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them.
| Person: | How can you tell what song it is from the first 5 seconds of sound? |
| Me: | HOW CAN YOU NOT? |
I just laughed my butt off.
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