when someone tells me and my friend they don't like beer...






expectation…

reality…







and my best friend starts saying something embarrassing about me…

my best friend is just like…





and then someone tries to change it…


i just wanna be like…







and i find her across the room…

and they say it’s too late for delivery…


Like Fergie and Jesus, baby! The real question is: How does it feel messaging your condescending anger on an anonymous Tumblr blog at 2 in the morning? You must be up late contributing an immense amount of your precious thoughts in that cognitive mind of yours to numerous amounts of worldwide government officials to implement world peace. Please, teach me your ways?
Sincerely,
Small-minded southern hick
P.S.— God loves you.






and then i do it…


