I hate when you like something on tumblr to look at it later but when you actually go back to find it, it’s buried within one million other posts and you’re just sitting here like ‘oh’
when nicki starts spittin’ bey look like such a proud mama. like dats my baby, come get some.
I don’t have a ”type”. If I like you, I like you.
And if I like you, you’re pretty special.
Because I hate everyone.