i always wonder why no one likes me and then i remember i dont even like me
i will do a lot of things but admitting im cold to my mum who told me to bring a jacket isn’t one of them
found an old journal of some *louder* thoughts of mine and thought i’d type a few out to share x
but the fact that Misha can lift Sebastian almost effortlessly…
I think a lot of people forget that the “scrawny” “baby in a trench coat” is a 6 foot tall marathon runner and master carpenter…
and lets not forget, a published poet
what does being a poet have to do with lifting …?
he can lift your spirits with his eloquent rhyming couplets
I’m CRYINGGG at #3 hahaha!!
#7 had tears rolling down my face and literally made my day :’)
wtf i just gained 87 followers from reblogging this post :o
There’s two types of anger one is dry and the other wet and basically wet anger is when your eyes water and your voice shakes and I hate that cause I feel weak when I’m crying while angry I like dry anger when your face is like stone and your voice is sharp I guess wet anger shows that you care too much and dry anger means you’re done.
This is the best description ever
I wonder how many stranger’s stories we make it into? You know, maybe someone saw you in passing and told their friends about how pretty the girl in the lavender sweater was. Or maybe they overheard you say a joke and repeated it to their friend, confessing that they heard it from some guy at the store.
I think about this all the time