kungfupenguin
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<---- I apologize for blinding you wth my ugliness...
Joined: March 7, 2012
Last Seen: 8 years
Birthday: November 23
user id: 281659
Location: Pennsylvania
Gender: F
Joined: March 7, 2012
Last Seen: 8 years
Birthday: November 23
user id: 281659
Location: Pennsylvania
Gender: F
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 | ABOUT ME; write whatever you want here write whatever you want here write whatever you want here write whatever you want here write whatever you want here write whatever you want here write whatever you want here write whatever you want here write whatever you want here write whatever you want here write whatever you want here write whatever you want here write whatever you want here write whatever you want here write whatever you want here write whatever you want here |
kungfupenguin's Favorite Quotes
"write something that
your parents would be proud of"
me: hey, I was accepted into Duke University, got a job, cleaned the whole house,
stopped listening to that music you don't like,
and now I am engaged to that boy down the street that you two really like.
...
me: lol no
me: hey, I was accepted into Duke University, got a job, cleaned the whole house,
stopped listening to that music you don't like,
and now I am engaged to that boy down the street that you two really like.
...
me: lol no
Confession #60
I legitly hug anyone who has the same music taste as me.
When I see a plane taking off
I always wonder where it's going.
100% of the time I wish I was on it.
I always wonder where it's going.
100% of the time I wish I was on it.
How
can
I think
about
writing...when
all
I am
thinking
about
is him.
♥
♥
oh mY
GOD
HE LOOKED
AT ME
Laying
in bed
at 3:00am:
Brain: Hey, remember that one time in 8th grade when you-
*CRINGE*
HOW ABOUT NO!
Brain: Hey, remember that one time in 8th grade when you-
*CRINGE*
HOW ABOUT NO!
Wake up. Smell the breakup.
Fix my hair. Put on my makeup.
Another mess I
