i really hope you don’t look at my tumblr because the amount of times i talk about you on here is horrendous
I have a paper I need to focus on but all i can think about is how im never gonna finish this paper and boys.
mostly one boy.
I wonder if someone ever over-analyzes every conversation we have together
like I do with ours.
Like I hope you do, too.
im so ugly its like god was playing the sims and he clicked the randomize button
“you shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you”
finally, after years of searching, the person with the worst life ever is found. formally, they are granted permission to be sad. but only them. only they have earned it. no sads for anyone else at all ever
yea but buttholes aint even real i checked on my barbie
- someone: *says something*
- me: breaks into a song with a word they just said