I think I hate being single for New Years more than I hate being single for Valentine’s Day.
This is kind of a real thing. I kissed the wrong person last year at midnight, and then I kissed another wrong person like an hour later. There’s just so much pressure and I totally buy into that “starting the new year right” shit (maybe you’ve noticed), but this year I am pretty fine with kissing nobody!
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11:21 am • 28 December 2011 • 20 notes
#the new year #talkin' 'bout boys




















