I really can’t picture anyone having a crush on me.
I can’t picture someone thinking about me before they fall asleep.
I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I said hi to them,or even just smiled at them.
I can’t picture someone smiling at the computer screen or their cell phones when we’re talking.
I mean like…
Why would they even do that?
I’m just me.
Nothing extraordinary, or special.
you should find someone that makes you feel like that moment in concerts when the artist enters the stage
I’m putting the usernames in a notebook to give to my family when I finally come out to them. They told me once when I was little that if I ever came out to be gay to not tell anyone because they thought I’d be judged so please reblog so I can show them that people in my generation are different than theirs.
I’m not coming out until I fill the notebook. So if you want to help?
Do you ever just like flex your foot wrong and it cramps and you’re just like this is it, this is how it ends
If an intruder ever comes to fucking murder you. You throw your mother fucking head back pull your arms in weird shapes and whip your head forward again and say the anti crist has awoken whilst smiling the biggest smile you have ever made. no smart person would ever fuck around with you if you did that.
STOP REBLOGGING THIS PLEASE ABORT MISSION ABORT MISSION
I HAVE NEVER LAUGHED SO HARD IN MY LIFFFEEE
it’s great that yall are supporting fat ladies but let’s stop only talking about the ones who have hourglass figures. support girls with love handles and stretch marks and thighs that jiggle when they walk and girls who don’t have big asses and girls with cellulite and girls with big arms and calves and fat in all the places they’re told they shouldn’t have fat. if you’re gonna be body positive you have to support all body types because every body is beautiful