This weekend was probably the best weekend I’ve ever had.
Especially since I spent it with my best friend. But now he’s gone. :(. For at least a year. Back to writing letters I guess.
The Truth
Hi, My name is Malcolm. Im 17 years old. I live to play rugby and I love cereal. That is all. :)
Reblog if you’ll answer anything and everything right now.
(via eightsecondridee)
Reblog if you’ll answer sex related questions, no matter how naughty or revealing.
(via hardfastanddeep)
I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box
Dear person I hate,
Dear person I like,
Dear ex boyfriend,
Dear ex girlfriend,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear bestfriend,
Dear anyone,
Dear Santa,
Dear mom,
Dear dad,
Dear future me,
Dear past me,
Dear person I’m jealous of,
Dear person I had a crush on,
Dear girlfriend,
Dear boyfriend,
(via kissmecandy)
This is the coolest shit ever.
She doesn’t give me butterflies. She gives me pterodactyls.
I actually took it from my favorite poet. LolWOAH. NO. I SAY THIS. HOW. NO.
I don’t know what you are trying to say. lol
I’ve just never heard anyone else say this before. I was having a difficult time forming my reaction into words at the moment.
She doesn’t give me butterflies. She gives me pterodactyls.
She doesn’t give me butterflies. She gives me pterodactyls.
Saturday night success. (Taken with instagram)
My Saturday evening. (Taken with instagram)
