bambi

—-What the fuck, stop, I just want sleep dammit.

Wake up.

You’re a dork.

If you don’t move, I’m gonna pick you up and stick you in my back pocket.

Bambi coming through. Please move.

You’re a dork.

Yes your heinous. 

Crown me.

No, I’ll yank your vocal cords out and choke you with them.

That is a lie– i’m looking at em’ right now. It’s definitely you. You have the same scary look on your face that you always do.

It can’t be me... let me see! Don’t joke on me like that, Mikah!

Holy Shit- your nudes leaked!

I will kill you.

No, I’ll make it sound good.

Ew, imagine if that were a thing.

I wouldn’t eat it. I prefer my pizza with just sauce. 

I’ve been snapchatting this boy for the past few days, and I genuinely can’t tell if he’s a fuckboy or not.

I think I might need a support group for Uptown Funk, like it was okay at first, but now there’s street performers that always stand in the same place on my way home from work that sing that and I’m literally about to rip someones vocal cords out.

Oh my gosh, I love Uptown Funk. I want to learn how to play it.

In your asshole.

That’s.. disgusting. I don’t like that. Butt pizza.