truth:

202 31 5
                                    

mum: the band you like is on tv

me: *bashes though my door*

me: *slips on floor* 

me: *runs into door*

me: *army rolls through the kitchen*

 me: *skids around the corner*

me: *dives onto couch*

me: "shut the fuck up or ill kill you all"

stuff only directioners understandWhere stories live. Discover now