natured: I was standing in line at dairy queen and I saw an elderly lady crying because she didn’t have enough money to pay for her small blizzard, so I bought her a large and helped her out to her car, and she cried and said ” I hope God made someone just for you out in the world so that they can treat you as special as you are” and I am sobbing right now.
My version of flirting is looking at someone I find attractive multiple times and hoping they’re more brave than I am.
I wish I had the ability to effortlessly talk to boys
carcrashedheartintheblackparade: I think part of the reason im so into bands and shows and movies and books is because i rather just fill myself with those things than admit that im really lonely and not happy and want to cry most of the time.
Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future.– Oscar Wilde (via inspirinquotes)
i can’t imagine someone ever looking at me and getting butterflies that just doesn’t happen
I’m starting to feel better about myself. Progress.
Have you ever thought about how many people think about you? It’s so bizarre. Imagine someone, out of the blue, thinking of your face. Something happens; they remember you. Your favorite song, how you dress, the way you talk, the look in your eyes when you are happy. They remember that about you, even if you haven’t seen each other in years. Everything in life is a reminder of a person, a place,...
it’s weird how being a pussy is weak and having balls means you’re tough i mean punch me in the uterus and i will be fine i’m used to that shit once a month come at me but if i kick you in the balls you are down my man you are down hard