Kiss me in public. Put your arm around me so people know I’m with you. Call me babe in front of our waiter. Pull me in because I’m just not quite close enough to you. Make me watch that one tv show that’s your guilty pleasure. Tell me your biggest fear and I’ll promise to protect you. Kiss me at red lights because if you don’t then I’ll kiss you. Show me the one song you can never listen to without crying. Don’t hide the tiny details about you. Because I’ll remember every one of them.
me: *constantly exhausted, lightheaded, ill*
me: wow i wonder why i’m always sick ??
me: *doesn’t eat*
me: TRULY a mystery
me: *doesn’t sleep*
me: must just be a w f u l l y unlucky
me: *survives solely on water and tea*
me: aBsOluTeLy No LoGiCaL eXpLaiNaTiOn
If you call pedophilia a kink please unfollow me and never talk to me again
Isn’t it disgusting that 23 people just unfollowed me
Unfollow me too
this goes double if you call paedophilia a disability. unfollow me twice
and if you call pedophilia an “orientation” or in any way compare it to being LGBP+ you can unfollow, delete your blog, and set yourself on fire.
I just lost 50 followers.. bye
clearing out the trash
GO ON AND S M A S H THAT UNFOLLOW BUTTON
BUHBYE U McNASTIES
my sister, who has always been A LOT thinner than me, lent me her bikini to go swimming because i forgot mine at home and she’s on her period. it was too big for me. nothing was more satisfying than the way she looked at me with her eyes filled with jealousy. it works guys. starving, restricting hurts but it does work. this is no lies, you’ll get there. don’t give up and you’ll achieve your goal, you’ll be the skinniest bitch they’ve ever seen.
he gives me so much butterflies making me never want to stop thinking about him. he’s always the last thing on my mind and i’m always making fake little scenarios i wish would happen. seeing him in person makes the butterflies in my stomach seem like nothing. he’s always smiling which makes me want to smile back. his eyes make me drown even though they aren’t even close to the color of the ocean. his voice and his laugh are just so adorable. his personality and how he likes to have fun makes me so happy. he’s so hyper and just so ‘loveable’. i’m falling for him so badly but he can’t see how i can make him happy. how i can help him in bad times, how i can always be there for him, he just doesn’t see how much i want to be there by his side. it stings me just knowing that i think about him all day when he has probably never even thought about me once. i wanna be his but i also want to get over him but neither is happening.
Me: why don’t my jeans fit me?
also me: *keeps eating, doesn’t do enough exercise, doesn’t drink enough water*
Me: funny, they must have shrunk :))
