Just me.

Lolololol

I feel like this is my life. I’m so happy, running towards someone who seems like they are coming for me. Putting all my energy and effort into him. Stretching my arms for him. When we finally get the chance to be together, he runs by. Not even noticing how hurt I am, just breaking me into a million pieces leaving me alone. I wait and hope for someone to pick up the pieces, but no one does. I’m grounded into even smaller pieces as people walk all over me and push me farther into the sand. Will anyone ever come for me? Will I always be here until the ocean finally takes me from my misery? 

(via chrisidk)

(via alakadabra)

“Yeah, I guess I’m a hopeless romantic.”

YOU HAVE NO IDEA. You can kiss someone and not care. Or when you create a friendship to where they’re a best friend, you don’t care about them any more than you would a friend. 

I am a hopeless romantic. If I kiss someone it means the world to me. If were snuggling in my bed then, I care about you. If anything happens in my bed while we are snuggling, I’m going to start liking you. If you make me feel beautiful, special, confident, etc. then I will like you more. If we talk every day then you better know I really fucking care about you. If I give up something for you then you mean a lot to me. If 2 or 3 of these things happen then I will start falling for you. 

If I do sexual things with you like you. If I tell you deep secrets I like you. If we talk about stupid shit that means nothing but also important stuff then I REALLY like you. 

Oh, God. What have I gotten myself into?

I now like you. I hope you are a hopeless romantic deep inside, because I’d love to fall hopelessly in love with you.

There’s this guy and he is perfection. He makes me want to be a better person because he shows me that being a better person can give you joy. Every thing is great until he plays his guitar for me. He played all these sweet songs and made me feel so special and cared about. I thought he really liked me. The next day he doesn’t say hardly anything but this: Yeah, Ok, Cool, Nice, Lol. And that just made me think that you were having a bad day. I ask whats wrong and you know what? He says I’m fine. Keep talking and I just know something is wrong so I ask again. He says, Sorry, I was watching a movie. What the heck were you watching? THE HARRY POTTER SERIES?!?!?!?!?! If you don’t want to talk to me then just say that. Don’t say you’re fine. It just makes me feel terrible. You’re just so perfect. You’re not gay, you’re good looking, you cook, you play music, you know how I feel, you always make me see the better side of things, you treat a woman like they are supposed to, you’re a christian, and you’re not completely perfect, but i love your flaws, and that’s why you’re perfect. That may make no since, but if you read it you would understand. God, I freaking hate this. GUYS MAKE NO SINCE. If you think girls are difficult and don’t want difficult then I’m your girl. So why don’t you just freaking be with me? If you sing love songs to me or anything like that I’m going to think you like me. It’s not that hard to understand. I just feel like screaming or crying or being happy, I don’t freaking know because you confuse the crap out of me! 

Sincerely, 

LOST

This is the only place where i can just rant as much as I want and no one can say a damn thing about it. It’s comforting to know that I have an internet cite to listen to all my problems because its not going to gossip about it or change my story. It only says what I want it to. 

That’s nice to have. Comforting

(via theneckbreakers)

substantialityou:

danhoweil:

threeyearsonemonthandfivedays:

uncommonlymodestmermaid:

i-love-you-most-ardently:

chloebeale:

sendricamp:

Bohemian Rhapsody. Double Speed.

if you can listen to this entire thing with a straight face i will give you a cookie

I SHIT MYSELF LAUGHING 0.2 SECONDS IN OMG THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER

at first i was like challenge accepted but then Galileo happened

JESSU CHIRTS

the endi ng oH MYG OD

Oh My GOD. YES.

(via alakadabra)

I guess I’ve realized how ugly and terrible I am recently. When a pretty girl says I look terrible people say, No you’re beautiful. When I say that, people say awwwww, dont think that…

And that’s it. They never tell me other wise. They just tell me not to think about it. And even now if I post this, no one will know. Because no one cares. Its not like I’m depressed… I just know the truth. 

batmansymbol:

Reblog this if you pronounce “.gif” as “JIF.”

NOT GIF,

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WE SHALL SEE WHICH ONE PREVAILS.