December 2011
Anonymous asked: you're beautiful, don't let anyone tell you otherwise. you're practically perfect and your blog is amazing. <3
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I honestly don’t know why I have a black and white blog. It is an annoyance. But I bought new clothes. I like them.
With my luck one of my friends sent me the lyrics to that love song about Pluto. Sigh.
Anonymous asked: They invented a reason, that's why it stings. They don't think you matter, because you don't have pretty rings. I keep telling you I don't care. I keep saying there's one thing they can't change: I'm your moon. You're my moon. We go round and round. From out here, it's the rest of the world that looks so small. Promise me, you will always remember who...
mayswell-deactivated20120415 asked: I admire a vast amount of your tumblr.
I need someone who won’t put up with my shit and will stop me from being so goddamn sad. I need someone who is genuinely a nice person. I need someone who doesn’t need me, but still wants me.
I need to stop feeling sorry for myself.
me: who wants to kiss me at midnight on new years
everyone: _________
lliampayne:
how do you get people to kiss you serious question
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Watchdelirious
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guy: why are you in my house
me: why is your house incasing me
kiss deprived
oh and tomorrow i get my tarantula
someone help me name it
yeah so boys don’t like me and i don’t do anything with my life BUT AT LEAST I GET GOOD CHRISTMAS GIFTS
buffalo pillow pet from patrick (judge me)
ecotools earth-friendly bamboo eyebrush and face brush sets
complete nail art set (fuck the clubs)
sephora lashstash with 10 mascaras
sonia kashuk double-ended brush set
mittens
black classic vans
pajamas
elf ultimate eyeshadow...
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sleeping pills fix almost everything
i am jewish therefore fuck you
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forever going to parties and playing sims 3
You might wonder why I’m an asshole, or wonder why I’m so uptight. Or wonder why I just don’t chill out and learn how to have a good time. But sometimes I get scared right out of my mind, and sometimes I just get angry. Because I’ve been let down by the people that I love, but I will not let down the people who love me.
I trace memories like stitches on my solid-colored shirts. Over the years they’ve changed from brightly colored and unique tops with pictures and logos and phrases that I used to like, to plain long-sleeved blacks and browns. I used to look back every year I got older and be ashamed of how I used to be, but it has manifested into a perpetual feeling. I hate hearing the sound of my voice, the...