I'm a Waste of Paint.
Ask me anything
My name is Tyler. I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to say cool stuff about myself here but I'm not gonna.
Guysssss, I’m lame.
| my laptop: | |
| my bed: | |
| me: | AND WE'RE THE THREE BEST FRIENDS THAT ANYBODY COULD HAVE, WE'RE THE THREE BEST FRIENDS THAT ANYONE COULD HAVE, WE'RE THE THREE BEST FRIENDS THAT ANYONE COULD HAVE AND WE'LL NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER LEAVE EACH OTHER |
I’m back to being negatyler. Tumblr just wasn’t the same without my obscure Scott Pilgrim refrence that no one seemed to get.
"Immmmma prollllllemmmmmm. Imma, Imma prollllllemmmmmmmm."
Rapper from Coffee House
um.
I just got home from ITS induction and yeah. That was that. But omg on the way home me and Christina stopped for icecream at Baskin-Robbins and hilarity ensued.
- There was this killer bee-fly thing that literally followed us around when we kept running away from it. Eventually we just went to the car.
- Christina discussed how it statistically probable it is that one of the members of One Direction is gay. (One in every five people)
- Christina kept spilling ice cream all over herself and on her car seat and steering wheel.
- Also, to quote random rapper from the Coffee House, “immma prollllemmmm”.
