the most interesting things i say are in my tags, not in my posts. i talk shit. a lot of shit. about everything. i'm judgmental of tv and movies and my life, but not of others. i like to help people as much as i can and i'm an extremely passionate person, which means i care a lot. sometimes i wish i didn't care so much and sometimes i'm thankful for it. i'm thankful for my friends and everyone who has stood by me through everything. i talk a lot. i rant a lot. i hate a lot. but i also love a lot. i reblog a lot of posts about fashion and about sex. and also whatever looks interesting. i love followers.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
so, somehow valentine’s day came up in conversation
and he said he was going to surprise me on monday or wednesday and bring me flowers, since he works on tuesday.
i told him not to because that would be too cute.
he said it wouldn’t be a surprise anymore, so he won’t. but maybe he will, and whether or not he will will now be the surprise.
ugh. this is how he keeps me in it.
i’m getting better at this(:
it was 2:30 in the morning, i was drunk, and i really wanted to text him. but i didn’t!
maybe i do have some ounce of self control…
