“I think I’ll always be a romantic, you know? Someone could completely rip out my heart and walk away and I’d still be willing to believe in love again. They say hope breeds eternal misery, but really without hope, what else have we got?”
— Kristie Betts (via perrfectly)
Fluffy pittbull by lunnaandstar
Your body is so soft.
“No matter how honestly you open up to someone, there are still things you cannot reveal.”
— Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage (via perrfectly)
those little things on ur nose aren’t blackheads, don’t try and get rid of them they’re sebaceous filaments and they’re permanent and literally everyone has them
every girl has that little pouch of fat on her lower tummy, despite what magazines try n show u, you have important organs there that need to be protected don’t try and get rid of ur pouch
ur body is smarter than u think and it knows what to do when u eat more than normal. one bad day, or even week, of eating poorly isn’t gonna ruin anything at all I pinky promise
if u think u look good up until u try taking a selfie, it’s not ur fault - our faces are asymmetrical and when u see ur face flipped it will look unnatural to u, since u don’t see it that way when u look in the mirror. to everyone else it looks perfectly fine
no one’s stomach looks the same at 8pm as it does at 8am. no one has a chiseled six pack after a day of eating, not even the super fit people u see on tumblr, because ur stomach naturally expands after eating and expecting to have a flat tummy before bed is very unrealistic
no one notices if the bags under ur eyes are bad today. no one pays attention to the bump in ur nose or the zit on ur chin or the piece of hair that u missed when u were straightening. literally no one notices these things except you so stop worrying about it ur gonna be fine
sometimes u just gotta get over urself
this made me cry I needed it so bad
well, well, well, if it isn’t the feelings i’ve been trying to avoid
i wanna get drunk and kiss a lot and not think for a while
My Tc: *tells me some trivial fact about himself*
Me: hold on let me file this into the backstory that I have created for you in my head
*waiting patiently to be called babygirl*
Why is it so difficult to say “I love you” ?




