Do you want to create an emotionally stable life together and adopt a dog or nah.
do you ever see an opinion that’s so terrible that you actually feel bad for that person’s brain
And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.
people who laugh so hard at their own jokes that they can’t even finish the joke because they’re laughing so hard are my favorite kind of people
two things I assume everybody has extensive knowledge about
- harry potter
- high school musical
im not even a 2nd choice im like an 8th choice sometimes a 10th
i bet people dont understand that im joking 800% of the time
My favourite thing is when someone says, “I think about you a lot,” or “I had a dream about you,” or “I was just about to text you,” or something because the fact that I occur to someone when I’m not talking to them or anything is the best thing.
*walks past the gym carrying extra large pizza*
Isn’t it weird how glue doesn’t get stuck to the container it’s in