I’m cackling because of my tags on my first Caylor post.
I was so oblivious to my own feelings, which is something my mother likes to remind me of at every possible moment.
Guys, something is wrong with my arms.
Carly isn’t in them.
Excuse me while I sob in my corner.
(I think I’ll probably use this for everything Caylor-related ever.)
My mom is the biggest Caylor shipper ever.
She keeps freaking out and hugging me because I’m taking Carly to prom.