My name is John. All I do is troll, troll, troll, no mattah what.
Looks like it’s time to spread our wings and learn to fly, right, little boy? Nothing more scandalous than staying in and eating two bowls of soup because the can isn’t small enough to pour into just one. You know you love me.
XOXO,
Gossip Girl
I miss spending all my time with you. Waking with you in my arms was always a great way to start my day. Watching your eyelids get heavy as we’d lie in bed every night always put butterflies in my stomach. You always knew just what to say to make me happy. Plus, you never failed to keep me informed about weird news that doesn’t really have an affect on my life. Never stop being you, tumblr. Because I’ll always love you the way you are.
Nb4r, I still want to have dinner/friendshipz/sex with most of you. Mostly dinner. Or a friendship based on eating food.
Where am I at? Right now? I am sitting in front of my computer in my dorm room. Though, I assume the answer you are looking for is Champaign, Illinois.
I got a single room…I was not about to live in a space the size of a broom closet with another person.
I am. Funny thing, I am no longer a student at John A. That totally makes me like an actor, right? Like, “Oh, that was just a gig I had a while back. I had actually forgotten about it.”
I’m just a little worried about my penis.
He doesn’t seem to be making friends very well.
I now store things under my bed.
I now never wear pants.
But we’ll walk alone in fear.
Why the hell does Nate no longer have swoopy hair? I like my Nate with swoopy hair. Blair has a little bun in the oven? YOU ARE NOT SERENA’S COUSIN. WHO IS THIS OLD GUY? Also (spoiler alert): I am still in ~luv~ with Tripp Vanderbilt and he shall be mine.
