What our conversations is like.
Amber: Imagine if Ange was walking down the street looking down at his phone and you both bump into each other, and he looks up and you see that he's on your tumblr and you're on his and he's like "oh my god IT'S YOU." then proposes to you.
Me: .. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING STALKING MY BLOG??? DON'T YOU HAVE A LIFE?? but I'd say yes.
Amber: I knew you would.
Me: DOESN'T HE HAVE DRUMS TO BANG ON OR SOMETHING!???
Amber: no he has you.












