“i hate you” i whisper as i reblog his face for the hundredth time
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He is coming to Japan for Battleship promo and I can’t be there because (1) Work, and (2) I live miles away. Fuck.
So everytime I type something wrong or use the wrong word or the wrong tempus or grammar etc. I always get paranoid that someone who has english as their native language, will read what I wrote and spot all the mistakes I made and think, “Is she stupid or something??” or “Daamn, her english is horrible, I am never going to speak to her”.
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my voice is girly when I talk to strangers
but when I’m with friends I turn into morgan freeman
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