(Source: tonyballer, via tonyballer)
I steal glances of you always, I try not to stare.
I think about all sorts of scenarios in my head involving you.
Just polite conversations that we could have, places we could see, things we could do.
i like you
this doesnt make sense
- imagine how is touch the sky?
- imagine how is the touch sky?
- imagine sky how is the touch?
wut….
What
I thought it was my mum and that someone had just changed it to “Mummy” being all cute n shit.
Nailed my job interview yesterday and got the job.
I texted “Mummy”
“HEY MUM! I GOT THE JOB!! :D ! LOVE YOU!”
The reply I got back
“I am not your Mother, wrong number. But congrates on the job mate!”
I felt like such an idiot -.-
Who the fuck put a number in my phone named “Mummy” ?!?!