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17. Serbia.

I reblog stuff and spend too much time on the Internet.

Also I'm a panda.
English Teacher: Now I want you to tell me the saddest love story you have ever encountered.
Me: Well, it all began when two babies were born in a different place and time. The boy grew up to be a successful young man who roams around the world to showcase his talent while the girl stayed in the sea of faces who admired him. He doesn't know her, but she knows him, from his real name to what his favorite color is. She sends him love letters, even if she's aware that he won't be able to read it and she has to pay loads of money just to watch him perform for a few hours. That pattern goes on and on, unceasingly. The boy continues to walk in his dream, while the girl could only look at him with pure admiration, and sadly, that's how it'll end. The boy...will never know just how much the girl loves him.
English Teacher: That's quite sad.
Me: Oh, the life of a fangirl really is sad, Teach.
English Teacher: What
Me: What

francieum:

vvierd:

in class today we had to draw a symbol that represents love for us
most people drew love hearts, a few people drew flowers and some drew smiles.

me? well

me when i first find a band: how will i ever remember their names lol
me two months later: do you want the list of every member's grandmother's favorite fruit in chronological order or just alphabetical
mom: are you dating that boy you hugged him
mom: are you dating that boy you were talking to him
mom: are you dating that boy he looked at you
mom: are you dating that boy he was breathing your air
me about to talk in public: *rehearses what im going to say 50 times in my brain*
me: today how you are

obesealpaca:

unclefather:

me when i think about politics

me