not just followers, everyone.
I’m here if any of you need to talk<3
The best part is, this post actually does something, it offers support, unlike one of those useless “reblog if you care” posts.
BLACK = I would date you.
GREEN = I think you’re cute.
BLUE = You are my tumblr crush.
GREY = I wish you would notice me.
PURPLE = I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
TEAL = We have a lot in common.
YELLOW = FUCK ME.
ORANGE = I don’t like your blog.
BROWN = I don’t like you.
PINK = I think you are unattractive.
RED = I hate you with a burning passion.
WHITE = MARRY ME.
NONE: nobody likes you
do you ever feel like there’s just so many pretty girls but most dudes are just subpar like there are radiant goddesses everywhere and just piles and piles of guys in backwards baseball caps and sandals
relationship status: (drives through the night while 80s synthpop plays in the background)
When a girl says “Make me” that’s secret code for “fuck the shit outta me until I can’t walk or talk straight”
you see, it’s a metaphor
you nominate Leonardo DiCaprio for an Oscar but you don’t let him win
okay seriously if you’re in a relationship or even a friendship and you find yourself spending more time crying out of sadness or arguing with them, leave them. i don’t care if they’re a modern day aphrodite/adonis or a gift bestowed upon you by the gods. toxic people are dangerous and i highly advise cutting them out of your life and finding someone who makes you laugh until you snort your drink out your nose instead.
My mom sat down in the grass and she took of her beautiful expensive coat. She saw one of her friends and went to say hi. When she came back her coat was gone and she was crying.
My mom was searching for her coat, while it was raining.
My dad (who had a huge crush on her) saw her and ran up to the closest shop and bought her this jacket, he said to her: ” I know this isn’t your beautiful coat, but I couldn’t afford any other and I don’t want you to get cold “.
My mom kissed him, in the rain and that same year they married on New Year’s Eve.
And now, 35 years later my mom gave the jacket to me and said: ” losing something good can only give you something better instead and baby, losing that damn coat was the best thing that ever happened to me ”
I love this
rebloging for the story
idk why wearing someone else’s shirt or sweater or jacket is so satisfying and comforting but it is
but not as satisfying as seeing someone else wearing your jacket or sweatshirt. like. wow. they’re wearing my sweatshirt. and it’s cute as fuck.
the bond between the person wearing someone else’s clothes and the person whose clothes they are wearing is strong
do your eyes ever randomly go out of focus and then you are too lazy to focus them back in and just stare at nothing for a while
oh no a boy doesnt like my apperance whatever will i do