I hate it when people ask “do you trust me” like …don’t call me out like that ……..the answer is no
i like how space doesn’t care about me. it’s impossible to disappoint the sun
me: I’m doing pretty well, I feel pretty good me ten minutes later: not once in my life have I ever been ok
me @ me immediately after almost every decision: oh bitch what the fuck
anyone else fucking LOVE BEING IN BED???
bitch im in bed right now!! how did you know!!
reblog if ur in bed
Zoom in on her face in the third gif. She means this. You are completely irreplaceable.
This went deep man. Look at her face. I would love to know where this came from, what she was talking about. And it’s true. So true. Completely irreplaceable. You are you and there is no better you
Reblogging because I needed to see this message tonight, and something tells me someone else does too.
Reblogging as I think every one of my followers are special and impossible to replace.
Remember that.
You are all special and important, and Ellen is a gift.
this should be published in a book of poetry
before i disappear under mysterious circumstances whos gonna admit they have a crush on me
I was baking a strawberry shortcake for my mom when I realized that I forgot the baking powder. I began to panic so I pulled the cakes out of the oven; they were already completely baked but they rose just fine without the baking powder? I was staring at them in confusion, trying to remember if I accidentally put yeast in the batter, when I felt a shadow loom over me. I looked over my shoulder only to find Luigi. Luigi tenderly took my hands and told me, “You need not worry, for I will accompany you in any and all of your baking endeavors.” I have never felt more loved in my life. I cried.
I thought this was the mother of all shitposts and then I saw the url
i hate asking people for things
‘’yall need to chill’’ says me, who isn’t chill, not even a little bit.



