- {wither thou goest, i will go}
Literally the only thing I ever want is for someone to text me, or message me, or IM me first and without being prompted. Is it really so much to ask?
Correction: I’m in love with Tanner Foust on Top Gear.
Top Gear is the love of my life.
roses are red violets are blue i’m using my hand but thinking of you
I’m tired of being tired. I’m tired of being that girl that no one wants to talk to. I’m tired of being a loser. I’m tired of caring about this shit. I’m tired of trying to figure out life when I know I’m just going to die in the end. I’m tired of everything.
I’m tired.
If I make a post and specify a specific group of people that I’m talking about in that post and you aren’t part of that group of people, guess what: I’m not talking about you.
So when you question me about yourself in relation to the post, I’m going to answer it like you’re one of the people I’m talking about because you put yourself in that position.
That means that you don’t get to be offended by the answer I give simply because you don’t like it because I expect honesty when I ask a question so that’s what you’ll get from me.
Don’t read into my posts and ask about them if you don’t want an honest answer because that is what I’ll give you because you asked when, a lot of the time, I wouldn’t comment on it at all.
Out of the 48 people I follow, I know most of them because of Glee.
Every single one of you ships Klaine.
Ugh.
I hate you all. Except not really.
I cleaned out my follow list. I basically went through and unfollowed if I didn’t know your name from your URL.
Following 180some to 52. Whoo.
