May 2013
getoffmybloghoe:
when you lose your phone in the blanket and you just
poutyowl:
i am perfectly fine with having other people sit on my lap but i can’t sit on other people’s laps because i’m always paranoid that i’d crush them and they’d diE
lameborghini:
for being a teen girl i sure do talk about my dick a lot
fucking-tom-hiddleston:
k-lionheart:
continualsanitynotlikely:
If this gets 3 million notes I’ll make a dress out of these
And wear it to the nearest major city
SIGNAL BOOST AND IF IT GETS TO FOUR MILLION YOU’VE GOT TO MAKE A TIARA THAT MATCHES.
YOU’RE GONNA REGRET PUTTING THIS ON TUMBLR
im kinda happy but i also really wanna get hit by a car at the same time
im-kellin-myself:
Do you ever look at someone and then look at yourself and get sad
my final thought before making most decisions: fuck it
you know your self-esteem sucks when a really cute guy shows interest in you and you think it’s some sort of sick joke
sassings:
wish i was witty and cute but instead im sarcastic and annoying
truuunicorn:
being insecure fucking sucks because people always think you’re saying shit for attention or to get compliments but I don’t want attention because attention means more people noticing my flaws and I don’t want compliments because I don’t even know how to take them
arachnids8rip:
fuckheaded:
Clearly she wears those short skirts and skimpy tank tops because she wants the d. and by d I mean vitamin d. she wants to soak up as much sun as she can. because revealing clothes are not an invitation for sex u prick
and the award for unexpected turns goes to
richarcl:
do you ever like someone so much that whenever they talk to you your stomach just sinks
50% of me wants to be the type of girl who does yoga at night, and drinks green tea, and reads books, and wears cute pyjamas, and stays at home; while the other 50% of me wants to wear my sexiest outfit and go out doing lines of cocaine off strippers racks while dancing to dirty music until I black out.
hellokiera:
I just want to get a cute apartment with a cute person and wear nothing but underwear and a big t-shirt or sweater and dance around, cook for each other, make our own movies and record each other while we’re playing, smiling, and laughing, and lay in bed together at night snuggled up warm together so close that we can hear each others pulse, ya feel me
