Go on ANON and tell me what you think of me. I do not want to know who it is, at all. Don’t tell me who it is, don’t give me hints, don’t say your screen name. Tell me exactly what you think of me. Don’t sugarcoat thinlogs. Don’t lie. If you hate me, tell me why. Tell me what I’m doing wrong. If you like me, tell me why. Tell me exactly what you think of me.
"Every time you miss your dot a kitten dies."
Marching band madness.
That just happened.
THAT JUST HAPPENED.
I’m bored and cold.
Things society wants me to do:
•get good grades
•graduate high school
•go to a nice college
Things I want to do:
•make it through the day
Goodbye social life.
The “Fifty Shades of Grey” movie looks pretty brutal.
Wasn’t puberty supposed to make me hot
Your mental health is my priority. (via be-fearless-brave-and-kind)
Oh my fucking god
This will always be my favorite picture.
Her smile is so genuine and I can feel her from ten thousand miles away.
She reminds me of you and how you used to look at me.
god this picture makes me happy
Ah it’s back on my dash. I can’t help from hitting reblog always
omg look how happy she is
That first comment is so real, it’s depressing.
jesus come on those are horrible free arms my grandma can toss better than you
But it’s a solo. Maybe he’s SUPPOSED to be doing angel free arms.