Sometimes I pretend not to remember details about people because having a good memory apparently equates to creepiness
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It’s gotten to the point where I can’t look at any butt without thinking “Look at that booty, Show me the booty, Gimme the booty, I want the booty, Back up the booty, I need the booty, I like the booty, Oh what a booty.”
I’d say it’s a serious problem, but honestly I just like that my life has a soundtrack.
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When people consistently like/reblog my posts, I grow fond of them even if I’ve never talked to them.
I end up staring at my notifications like
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