It’s hilarious that non-Americans on Tumblr are all like “OMG DENNY’S TUMBLR MAKES ME WISH I LIVED IN AMERICA SO I COULD EAT THERE,” while us Americans will literally only eat at Dennys if it’s 3 in the morning and we’ve lost control of our life.
You don’t go to Denny’s. You end up at Denny’s.
No matter how many times you see him, your heart flies out of your chest each time. Although, the last time you were unable to catch it, so a gaping hole was left between your breasts. It went unnoticed until a sparrow swooped through and punctured your lung. It took your breath to the skies with it.
Will passionately sing along with me when I listen to Frank Turner music
make that “friend requirement” as well tbh
Oh right! Friend requirement:
Love frank turner as much as I do and put up with how much I talk about him.
thats a better arrangement