i think one of the worst feelings in the world, right behind heartbreak, is that disgustingly empty feeling you get right after you spill your heart out, and lay all your cards on the table. right after you get the courage to say everything you have been feeling, and be completely and recklessly…
i get really happy when it’s not me who starts the conversation because that removes so much anxiety about whether i’m bothering the person or if they secretly hate me even if i know that’s not true
Putting my current reads on hold to make way for Anna. Two chapters in, and I’m already in love.
Pretty much how I felt
i’m that kind of person who between two choices always pick the wrong one
anon hate is like the weakest thing ever. imagine anon hate in real life. imagine a stranger running up to you with a bag over their head and screaming at you. imagine that. thats anon hate.
do you think clouds look down on people and think “that ones shaped like an idiot”
she wears short skirt
i wear t-shirt
she’s cheer captain
and i’m just a blogger
"So what else do you do besides go on your computer?"
Siri find me some self confidence