do you ever look at your follower count and think wow i tricked all these people into thinking im cool
Stop asking me to trust
you while I’m still coughing
up water from the last time
you let me drown.
*wears a DARE shirt to a rave*
I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.
I can’t click my reblog button hard enough
It’s not just the ladies who get insecure, it’s all of us. It’s a human trait, yo.
Fricken’ beautiful. Everything that I want to say about this has been said in the post above me.
you can’t stop me from reblogging this over and over again