If you reblog this before July 1 2015, I will write your url down and stick it up my ass. Over the summer I will take my ass of urls and I will shit everywhere. I might clog public loos, I might even thrown my shit into crowds at festivals, or I may shit under napkins at restaurants.
Some one may find your url, and who knows, they could message you telling you where they found it.
You have until July 1 to reblog.
if you’re gonna unfollow me you’ll have to go throughthe perfume department
let me get this straight. *grabs the nearest heterosexual* now where were we
I write sins not five page research papers
Obama was 18 once
not sure what this information means
what if our use of emojis gradually becomes so extensive that we actually circle back to writing in hieroglyphics
pete wentz looks in the mirror. he applies his eyeliner. “mirror, mirror, on the wall, who’s the emoest of them all. don’t say ryan ross.” the mirror suddenly glows with the power of emo. it begins to speak. “swiggity swemo you are the king of emo” he’s done it. he’s the king of emo.