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I tell you to floss, but do you listen? No. And now look at you. Your molars look like lemon poppyseed muffins.
UHN SARRUH, DAHGGA TZDELL.
Don’t “I’m sorry Doctor Tisdale” me, Geraldine. Floss, or you will never get a boyfriend.
UHM AGJILLEH DAYDIN A SHEVNAU.
Did you just say you’re dating a chef?
YEZ.
That’s so hot. When I’m done cleaning these abominations I want details.
I thought things were getting better. I figured the time apart would have done us some good. Then you hit a speed bump, and I got tossed aside again. Its the same story, just 8 months later. Why do you treat me like I’m ordinary? Why, when I’m the only person who treats you like you’re extraordinary?
(Source: overlysensitivestudent)