Imagine sitting on Justin’s lap, his arms locked around your waist as you burry your head into the nape of his neck and he gently kisses your shoulder as he grazes his thumb over your bare waist
awk when you have time for tumblr, but not for me.
The awkward moment when all of your friends are busy and have plans with their family and boyfriends and stuff for NYE and you’re there like doing nothing. What is my life? A night in watching Jools Holland it is then. Welp.