Oops! I tumbld again.
I would write about myself but there is too much to reblog and I can't resist.
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- My friend, gio: f**k my life.
- Me: rather not.
- other friend, at the same time as me: OKAY!
- gio:
- me:
- other friend:
- me:
- gio:
- other friend: wait what
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what if someday i grow up and become rich and famous but then some troll is going to find me in a yearbook or something and report all of my embarrassing pictures from when i was a mere yougin’ and then everyone who once loved me because of my rich and famous-ness will turn away because of something like my sixth grade yearbook picture.
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Your tumblr says that you have a message so you’re all like:
So you start to click it:
and you realize it’s from the tumblr bot.
