today, I met pete wentz. yes, I am fully aware that I look like the spawn of a flying idiot and an obese, sunburned asian. pete wentz was super rude and small. he had what I like to call a napoleon complex.
oh weird. i remember asking you and your friend about your outfits and taking pictures with both of you then saying have a nice day.
if it was such a poor experience it seems strange to share it on tumblr.
p.s. you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself, its a silly way to go through life.
I FOUND IT
OWNED BY WENTZ.
in all of my 3 years on here this is the best fucking post i have ever seen