grandpa tell the story about how you sent anon hate to that bitch again
once in kindergarten a girl asked me to write “super girl” on her arm since i was the only kid who could write so i wrote “shit” on her arm and i hid under the table for like 30 minutes then the teacher found me and yelled at me then called my parents and my dad laughed so hard he cried
Cigarettes do kill,
Life goes on,
with or without you.
sad facts that come along with existing (via bl-ossomed)
It is terrifying to think that one day you will trust somebody enough to let them see you naked. You will undress and remind them that you’ve stretch marks and birth marks and scars from having chicken pox when you were little and scars from all of the other things now. You will blush thousands of shades of red, painting yourself as a rose losing its petals. And that person - that person will take it all in. And I wonder if they will reassure you. But mostly, I wonder if they will even see anything worth reassuring you about. I hope they see each freckle on your back as if it’s a star and you are the whole universe to them.
i have two moods:
1. everybody get the fuck away from me
2. someone come over and cuddle and watch movies with me
there is no in between
I hope they ask about me & I hope you tell them you fucked up.
online shopping gives me a reason to live for another 3-5 business days
I care. It fucking terrifies me how much I care.
Midnight thoughts (via soulsscrawl)
I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.
Frida Kahlo, The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait (via sunflower-mama)
“I can’t handle this,” he told her.
But something in his expression screamed:
“I can’t handle you.”
And she thought then, that perhaps all relationships were just a case of who gave up first. And her pride couldn’t decide which was worse: giving up when you had promised them not to, or waking up to find that they had given up on you.
*eating ice cream in the winter* thE COLD NEVER BOTHERED ME ANYWAY