ANCHORS AWAY.

My name is Lauren and my life is really uninteresting, if you don't count all the weird shit that happens to me. Enjoy my ridiculous blog.

Twitter.
Myspace.
Facebook.

oh, don’t you look at me like that.

i get so clingy, my friend, i get so attached.

obvs

obvs

“did you sit under the moon light? did you have hearts to hearts? no, the question is did you do it?!”

momentsfrozen:

- loraan

i.love.her

Obviously its ‘heart to hearts’ but whuteva….

*giggle giggle giggle*

argklsdjsdlkfj sick ):

….i thought you were perfect, i was fucking scared for a month haha. DEEP K, RIGHT AGAIN ZINGGGGG

anyway, i just bought 2 tickets to see the xx in march cuz dey so wirf $35. fuck hot chip.

haha awee

haha awee

(713): I want to fuck you on the side of the bed tonight.
(512): babe, don’t say it like that!
(713): I’m sorry, I want to penetrate you on the edge of our sleeping quarters this evening.

somethingintellectual:

Oh hi, remember me? I’m that square with wheels you used to use in gym class back when you were little.

somethingintellectual:

Oh hi, remember me? I’m that square with wheels you used to use in gym class back when you were little.

uhhh should i have been taking that personally? haha no big deal, everyone creeps on profiles of people they don’t talk to anymore sometimes. especially when girlfriends are practically conducting background checks via facebook, don’t over think anythinggg (:

ps. friday is ice skating and watching the hangover and i just want to fast forward through this whole goddamn week holy shitttt <3

wtf i had mad shit on my queue that didn’t show up….

and i’m pissed because verizon to sprint texts take so damn long to process ): <I3

we’re watching youth in revolt tomorrow and probably gonna go back to her house to wear snuggies and play with the frog dog. :D