one of my favorite FOB encounter stories is the one where this girl was eating at a restaurant and she was wearing a FOB shirt and she felt someone looking at her so she looked out the glass window she was sitting by and Pete Wentz was on the other side of the glass just staring at her and grinning.
i would fucking pee myself.
when i find myself in times of trouble
the 12th doctor comes to me
speaking words of wisdom
“What if women had minstrel cycles instead of menstrual cycles? You’d just have a guy with a lute follow you around for a week every month and play you songs constantly?”
-My boyfriend (via thecarrionlibrarian)
Dear god, that would be EVEN WORSE.