Honestly, this is better than a good morning text. It’s 4am and you’re thinking about me.
I’m never not reblogging this because this means so much more than any other post I’ve seen and ugh.
Yea, I’d punch the person who texted me at 4 IN THE GODDAMN MORNING in the throat because fuck you, I’m trying to get some goddamn rest here so I can try to put up with the bullshit of life once again in the morning. I don’t NEED or WANT to be dealing with your fucking bullshit at 4 IN THE GODDAMN MORNING.
Emergencies are the only exception.
And no, telling me you miss me ain’t a goddamn emergency. You can wait till a decent hour to tell me that.
Who the hell is this Tinkerbell?
Last I checked; Tinkerbell was a nasty cold, mean ass bitch like this:
And what about this:
Or even this as well:
So I ask who the hell is this:
Because she sure as heck ain’t Tinkerbell.
Amen someone finally brought this out