thinking about how i was tagged as a samblogger, which, yes youre absolutely correct but I DIDNT KNOW THAT
just doin my thang and rb all the sammys i find, why didn't i even consider myself a samblog

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thinking about how i was tagged as a samblogger, which, yes youre absolutely correct but I DIDNT KNOW THAT
just doin my thang and rb all the sammys i find, why didn't i even consider myself a samblog
I'm an outsider living in the shadows of a pale country.
Whenever I talk to a local, I feel intimidated. They have no idea about your struggles. They are at home. They know everything about what to do next and how to become an exchange student and how to get scholarships. They don't feel threatened by others. The only things they might complain about are the quality of university food and the infrequency of parties.
I'm just surviving. I ain't alive.
They make me feel bad about myself and for myself.
I NEED MORE SAMMY ON MY DASH
Reblog this if youre a sam girl/boy/whatever but don't ship wincest. I only find samblogs with wincest and yeah, not my ship at all so... I'll probably (will) follow you!
SO THE PLAN IS RIGHT.
Go to Mosh on monday night.
Wait until about 23:50.
Start asking girls if they have a valentine for V-Day.
If not, i'll ask them to be mine.
They only have 10 minutes to find something better.
It's flawless