fuck you and your tongue - a niall horan masterpost type thing
So my best guy friend who really is like a brother to me, happened to pick up my phone and turn it on. He was going to unlock it to get a number, but instead, he stopped and stared at me.
Him: “Gwen do you have a boyfriend?”
Me: “What?”
Him: *Holds up my phone, revealing a picture of Niall Horan as my screensaver. “Is he your boyfriend? Who is he?”
Me: “…. Yes. Yes, he is my boyfriend.”
It’s been 2 weeks and he still thinks that Niall is my boyfriend.
When I go back to school next week, I won’t be able to post all the time and reblog shit. I won’t be able to see all your beautiful posts. I won’t be able to do or know anything.
Plus, I won’t be able to see what the 70 people on twitter I follow have to say.
I ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT THAT.
I follow people whose news matters to me.
I can’t live without this.
What the fuck am I going to do?
Also, what if Niall or Liam or some one does some fucking twitcam? You know what? I live in fucking America, they are 7 hours ahead of me. If they do one, it’ll be when I’m fucking sleeping or at school.
Excuse me while I go die into a pit of nothingness.
