i want to kiss you and take cute pictures with you and go on stupid dates but I also want kill you for making me feel things
I wonder if anyone ever looks at me while I’m doing something and thinks I’m pretty. Because I do that all the time to people.
I still don’t know how to accept compliments without either sounding cocky or unappreciative
i have this crazy urge to txt you cause i miss you so much but then i remember you probably don’t miss me at all.
current emotion: that barn from the walking dead
WHY DID YOU SET ME ON FIRE, SPONGEBOB
WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST WRITE YOUR ESSAY
i tried to scroll past this but that one reblog just might save somebodies life
I tried to scroll too..