i think the coolest thing would be to see a new color
im still exhausted from beating all the other sperms
*lies in the sun for 5 mins*
wheres my tan
DID THEY EVER THANK HIM
I hope sometimes you wonder 'bout me
Everytime I don't, I almost do.
If I didn't overthink everything maybe I wouldn't hate myself so much
50% of my jokes are self deprecating and 50% are self congratulatory like i’ll say “wow its hot in here…. just like me” and 5 seconds later point at a trash can and say “me”
people that point out acne:
- pack ur bags
- buy a plane ticket
- go to hell
you give my butterflies…… but not even in a cute way anymore talking to you gives me anxiety and I’m terrified about everything I say I’m so dumb
How I view my Tumblr audience:
How it actually is:
when people casually mention something you’re completely obsessed with and it takes every fuckin ounce of your self control not to propel yourself into the stars and scream for the rest of eternity about how much you love the thing
how to get a hot body: set yourself on fire
I may act like I’m sassy but if you’re mean to me there is a 900% chance I’ll cry
avoiding responsibilities like
do you ever just want to hold someone in your arms for about 37 years



