゜・。。・゜☆゜・。。・゜☆ ゜・。。・゜☆ ゜・。。・゜ nobody hates me more than i hate me ゜・。。・゜☆゜・。。・゜☆ ゜・。。・゜☆ ゜・。。・゜
So if I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book...– Sean Maguire (Robin Williams) in Good Will Hunting (via flannelsandjeans)
Anonymous asked: You are pretty. &No you don't want to be skinny. I am and I can't gain wait no matter what I eat. The things I would do to have curves like yours girl. Embrace it. (:
I want to be pretty and I want to be skinny And I want girls to look at me and be jealous ok
[[MORE]]I’m scared because I think this is the first time I’ll ever be able to say this to someone.. Not yet.. but I have a feeling it will happen 813
good-for-mee: Wearing an oversized shirt and no pants is probably the most comfortable thing of life.
howtokillasofa: nothings more distressing than low self-esteem
i’m terrified of growing old don’t ask me about my future i will throw up on you
The hearts of women are like those little pieces of furniture with secret hiding...– Gustave Flaubert, “Sentimental Education.” (via bruisebouquet)
Anonymous asked: I think i took the bus with you this morning, you're gorgeous
Never miss an opportunity to tell somebody how much you care about them.
i do this really cute thing where i shut down and hate everybody
b is for because, because everything is about love no matter what they tell you, even if the poem or short story or novel is about socks or astrobiology— someone loves those things enough to write about them and you leave it at that just because
wtfstyls: In grade 8 I really hated this girl so I collected the sugar from my pack of sour patch kids and gave it to her saying its cocaine and she actually snorted it and at recess she pretended she was high and she was called crack whore for the rest of the year. Now she does real crack and blames me saying I got her addicted. She still doesnt know it was just sugar
how do i get a flat stomach by tomorrow
Days blow by like the softest wind. Frustration scuttles into the crook of an open heart. There’s so much to say, but there are no words to say it. To give so much and to receive so little. The faintest glimmer of a new day. The sure hum of a promise. The unavoidable act of forgiveness. A never ending cycle. The days are blowing by like the softest wind.
There’s time. There’s time to count split ends and light candles; to drive slow and sing softly. There’s time to trace the lines around your eyes with a fingertip and draw constellations on your skin. Time enough to close your eyes and tilt your head back and smell the salt in the air even miles away from the sea. Time to seek your peace in the darkest of places and smile down on...
chekhov: You’re not special for reading the great gatsby we all went to high school
Me: I'm just going to rest my eyes for 5 minutes
*Wakes up February 5, 2069*
You might be sitting with him at the kitchen table drinking coffee from...– Carrie Laski, Things To Say Besides I Love You (via chicksbeforedicks-)
Too many attractive girls on this website how can I not be sad
This feels like last year all over again
The best feeling in the world is knowing your presence and absence both mean...– (via xieraxiera)
When I realized I was not my body, I became free.– (via fyoured)
I like people who have a sense of individuality. I love expression and anything...– Marc Jacobs (via fakeville)
I feel fat all the fucking time ughhhhhhhhh