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.
Remember ladies: it doesn’t matter how you do on your finals, as long as your future husband is doing well on his.
~shout out to the people you know in the real world who have inevitably found your tumblr and not told your secrets and just like quietly watch from afar and don’t bring it up in real life y’all are stars~
I always get sad when i read/hear something like “enjoy your life while you’re young” because i’m young and my life fucking sucks i’m not enjoying anything
T H I S . .
stay up late with me and talk about the meaning of life and make out with me
a guy i know saw this and he waited until like midnight to message me on facebook with “whats the meaning of life” and i was like yeah thats smooth as fuck man i like your style
today he came to my house and made out with me so the moral of the story is always make text posts when youre sad and tired because it got me a boyfriend
i could spend like 19 hours just looking at pictures of harry thats how disgusting i am i dont love myself at all