You know you've been on here too much when you're writing a story and instead of tumble you write tumblr
depression after years of having it isn’t even sadness it’s just being exhausted and being allowed one (1) emotion a week and sometimes your brain is like “die” and you’re like “shut up brad”
i JUST want to kiss a girl really soft and slow and gentle and with all the love i can possibly transfer with my hands behind her neck and tangled in her hair and under her chin or even around her waist i just–is that too much to ask??
You know when you’re reading a reallllllly long book series and you keep joking that it’ll never end and you will be enslaved forever and then it ends and you’re like WAIT STOP COME BACK I DIDN’T MEAN IT
I am ruthless, and callous, and vicious when it comes to defending my family.
Because Those Who Mind, Don't Matter, and Those Who Matter Don't Mind
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