live, laugh, love


the shitty thing about having read a book in which a major character dies in the end is that when you see the movie it’s so fucking painful because when you’re seeing that character and whenever they’re smiling all you can think of is “you’re gonna fucking die” like you can literally feel your soul being ripped out of your chest


I wish someone would randomly tell me little facts about myself. Not ones that I have already told them but ones they have picked up by themselves because they care enough to notice the little things I do.


i’m in the mood for a boy with a deep voice to tell me nice things 


hot people are fun to look at



I automatically assume everyone finds me unattractive until they tell me otherwise.

And then i assume that they are lying to make fun of me


who is kissing me on new year’s

my alcohol or my tears


Having to explain a joke is like going to prom with your sister


Wasn’t puberty supposed to make me hot


people who think i’m attractive:

  1. my mom
  2. nobody
  3. nobody
  4. no one 


i dont need a valentine i need 8 million dollars and a fast metabolism


wouldn’t it be cool if the person u wanted to be with also wanted to be with u 

do you ever just realize how bad your voice sounds



the only reason i go to school is because i donn’t wanna be an unemployed college drop out. i wanna be an unemployed college graduate 

thats the spirit

no one ever likes me as much as i like them and that’s it