I want a cute girlfriend who will send me texts when she wakes up in the middle of the night just because I crossed her mind. I want a girlfriend who calls me at 4:03am because her heart was aching to hear my voice. I love all the small things.
the followers who stick with you all through the horrible liveblogging are the important ones
When I was little, I ran up to my dad and told him excitedly, “Mom said I was a lesbian!”
He looked startled. “I don’t think she told you that,” he said slowly.
"Yes she did! She said I was a lesbian!"
"No, I’m pretty sure she didn’t…"
I started getting mad. “She did! She said I was good at acting!”
"…That’s a thespian. A thespian.”
But in the end I just grew up to be a lesbian.
you know that unexplainable sickish feeling where youre not really sick and you dont really have a headache but you just feel wrong and you cant get comfortable or find something that youre really into but you kinda feel too ill to sleep or eat its like your body saying “i dont know what i want you to do but this isnt it”
That’s called anxiety.
That explains at least half of my life then