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@glowkogan
Heffron Drive Happy Mistakes Tour TLA
Philadelphia, PA September 7, 2014
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#babeyouareperfect
I was very well educated. My dad paid me to go to a very good school but, you know, when my parents divorced, we didn’t have any money for a while. My birthday present was my school uniform and my pencil cases. I think that’s one of the reason why my education means so much to me. It’s because my dad really couldn’t afford to send me to this school. At the time we just didn’t have the money. And so I worked hard every single day that I was at that school to make him proud of me and for him to know that I appreciated it. And I do, and I still do. Emma Watson graduates from Brown University, May 25th 2014
Kogan. Forever.
take a moment to reflect on this image of a prepubescent taylor lautner in a shark costume singing with sharks
"Coachella Day 1, 2014" #kevinschmidt and i having a brother weekend (missing Kenneth of course) First day was a blast, now for #saturday
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"Yum, yum little butter." @babyisaace3 @wesleystromberg #gerberbaby
The eyebrow piercing is back! YAAAAS!
"Why do you ship it?"
"Because it gives me tingles when they look at each other."
Pre-BTR Logan Henderson
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