literally me

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*is on skype with my boyfriend*

*sees a really fine picture of aleks*

me: holy fuck

brody: what?

me: aleks

brody: oh, okay

me: man, I'd so get in them jeans

like seriously, he's fine with it, but then there are times like:

brody: excuse me?

me: yes, I was saying that I would like to get in aleks' jeans

brody: wow, thanks, love you too

me: I'm just saying, if a hot russian man comes around, I'm ditching you and we're getting married with five children

brody: keep dreaming, okay babe

1) how

2) why

3) g8

I'm not sure how I still have a boyfriend at this point

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