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Av Someone - 8 november 2014 16:42

 

visst är det roligt hur jag driver en blogg ingen läser? Bara tomma ord dom går ut i ett rum fullt med pågående samtal, utan att störa eller uppfattas av någon, tills de tystnar.


Av Someone - 9 oktober 2014 18:16

försökte att i solidaritet med Barney hålla uppe min arm till en fistbump lika länge som honom. Klarade kanske 6 minuter sen föll min arm. OUCH!

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Av Someone - 7 oktober 2014 17:59

 

In WHICH WAY...IS THIS...A CUPCAKE!!!!


Av Someone - 5 oktober 2014 12:31

 

....NOPE!!!


Av Someone - 21 september 2014 21:56

I wanna sneak into the hotel where One Direction's at and walk around in the hallway.

Av Someone - 20 september 2014 20:54

You will most defeneitly meet Louis Tomlingson at a playground. You're just sitting there on one of the swings, chilling and watching the families, when something spins in the corner of your eye and a brown-haired boy with sparkling, playfull eyes lands in the sand next to you. You turn and look at him, and he smiles big at you. You look at the iron bar he swinged around, and then back at his happy face. Some toddlers runs around the swings and then continue away in their game of tag. The boy next to you is still smiling and lets his ocean blue eyes go up and down over your body, studying your blue jacket, your dirty sneakers and your messy hair, that you should have washed, but were to lazy to do the same morning. You realize that you haven't given him a singel nice gesture, and you give him a weak smile. He smiles even bigger and puts his hands in his pockets, leaning against the structure that holds up the swings. You return the looks he gave you earlier and notices that his jeans are of the more expensive kind, his hair doesn't look that way only from the spin he did before, it's acctaully styled that way, and lastly, that you think you know him. A loud skriek is heard from another part of the playground, and you look over there to see what happend. A tiny boy has fallen from the little house in the climbing section and is no being soothed by his mother. When you turn back forward your quiet flirt is gone, and in the sand infront of your feet stands a phonenumber.

Av Someone - 19 september 2014 13:29

And I'm dying to know, is it killing you like it's killing me?

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