Maronda. Age 16. Junior. Music addict. Loving life. Message me for more. I blog just about anything that entertains me. You've been warned.
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i have this crazy urge to txt you cause i miss you so much but then i remember you probably don’t miss me at all.
When the characters in the fanfiction you’re reading are both hopelessly in love with eachother but they think the other doesn’t like them back and they are just communicating horribly and getting interupted at al the wrong times and you just freaking
sweat is just your body crying because it wants you to stop moving
why iphones gotta take two million years to turn back on after they die like you plug em in and you’re all ready to start texting again but they’re like “nope. i gotta take some time for myself. figure out who i am. you hurt me too much the last time. let me think.”
one time we got a new kid in fifth grade and he walks right in and sticks his hand under the stapler and staples his hand and just looks at the teacher and goes “I’m going to the nurse” and leaves