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…You had my curiosity…
WHAT THE JESUS FUCK IS THIS VOODOO?!
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I’m sorry for my fandom moment meltdown. Thank you for standing by.
If Facebook had a theme song….
are you kidding me this isn’t even Facebook’s theme song this is my theme song
i sing this at people and they get scared
Is it possible to go lay down by the stream, and listen as it gurgles and pours from the midnight ink black lake and while I listen let the soft dark moss caress my skin until it swallows me whole and I become part of the water and pebbles and plants.
When your boyfriend blatantly says that you come second to his niece, even when you knew it internally and have no problems with it, it kinda stings. It’s lovely knowing he loves her enough that she’s almost like a daughter to him but it hurts knowing you’ll never have the chance to be his number one girl.
My self esteem will kill me one day. Because I know I’m not the prettiest, I know I can’t be. Because I’m a girl who doesn’t like sports. I’m a girl that doesn’t get to dress how she pleases because anything she puts on looks wonderful. I’m a girl that would rather have burritos and pizza and Chinese food than a salad with some ranch dressing. I’m by no means over weight, but I’m not as skinny as I’d like to be. My face isn’t as clear as I wish it was and is an awkward shape. My hair rarely cooperates even after styling mercilessly. I only look good at two am by myself.
If my boyfriend and I make it to our one year anniversary, I’d really love a mason jar full of every little thing he’s ever noticed about me that’s caught his eye. Not like big things but just things, written on torn lined paper and napkins and the backs of concert tickets and business cards and anything.
I feel like shit’s gonna get really weird if my boyfriend ever tried to propose because he’s gonna be trying to hand me this 1,000$ platinum engagement ring and I’m gonna be like…babe you really could’ve found a ring on etsy for 150$ and I would’ve been more than happy.
You are mine. I have been your best friend for almost 4 years, you have been my best friend for almost 4 years. We flirt, we fall, we fear, we fight, we’re back at friends. That is our cycle. You ask why nothing is ever simple with us. Because we live 3 hours apart basically, you can’t commit, and I have no faith. I loved you day after day and you say you feel so much different with me. You can’t even look at me now because you know we can’t be together. And I kissed you, breaking my heart, giving you what you want, a goodbye. After numerous heartbreaks on my end, I am still here. I want you, and one day I will stop waiting and I will get what I want.
You are so worth all this torture.