i’m jealous of people who have cute laughs and fast metabolisms and nice teeth and good hair and can just make any outfit look good and get along with everyone and are great at sports and do well in school bc none of that is me
I wonder what it’s like to have someone fall for you. And I mean really fall for you. Not just they want to get in your pants because they think you’re attractive. But be consumed with every little piece of you. The way you talk, the way you laugh, the way you just exist. To everyone in love: you don’t know how lucky you are.
I don’t find myself unattractive, but I also don’t find myself attractive. I feel like I’m just sort of here, not something that really grabs anyone’s attention. Sort of like a chair. Or maybe a lamp.
when you are so desperate you go to the second page of google results
the radio has literally thousands of songs accessible to it so can someone please explain to me why i keep hearing the same 4 songs over and over
sometimes i laugh at my tags
because they’re just like
‘#FUCK YOU #YOU’RE A FUCKING ASSHOLE #YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY #WELL IT’S NOT YOU DICK’
shortly followed by a calm and collected ‘#nina dobrev’
There’s a special place in hell reserved for people who tag their completely unrelated text posts with the names of the celebrities in the reaction gifs they’ve used.
using tumblr while someone is behind you is like russian roulette you don’t know whether the next post could be a cat or some japanese girl being shat on by an octopus