
YOU GUYS
SEND ME YOUR SELFIES SO I CAN COMPLIMENT YOUR BEAUTY OKAY?
AND O DONT CARE IF YOURE TRASH, YOURE HANDSOME/PRETTY/FUCKING GORGEOUS TRASH OMAY.

YOU GUYS
SEND ME YOUR SELFIES SO I CAN COMPLIMENT YOUR BEAUTY OKAY?
AND O DONT CARE IF YOURE TRASH, YOURE HANDSOME/PRETTY/FUCKING GORGEOUS TRASH OMAY.
carry-on-wayward-fallen-angel:
leader-of-standing-purgatorians:
It’s scares me that only 16,000 people know what this is
wtf is this some kind of choclat bar
This object has killed over 400,000 people
oh my god.
…
Guys.
We’re old.
WE’RE THE OLD ONES NOW
*PANICS*
Strawberry – I’m in love with you.
Cherry – I love you.
Watermelon – I think you’re cute.
Blueberry – You’re amazing.
Kiwi– You’re pretty
Rasberry – You’re hot.
Plum – I would fuck you.
Paopu Fruit – I would date you.
Grapes – I could stay on your blog for hours.
Lemon – You are my tumblr crush.
Orange – I want to get to know you.
Tangerine – We have a lot in common.
Lemon – I wish you would notice me.
Lime – I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.

when i tell you you’re not ugly its because i LIKE your big forehead or your squashed nose. its because i LIKE your height compared to your weight. because i LIKE your acne scars that tell me stories about your past. because i LIKE your thick/thin/nonexistent eyebrows. because i LIKE that mole/freckle that you seem to hate. because i LIKE the way you look. don’t assume im lying to you because you have shitty self confidence.
Found this from a bit ago, its still important. Please read.
every single person who reblogs this
every
single
person.
ALL OF YOU.
no limit, no one skipped. EVERY PERSON WHO REBLOGS THIS.
DON’T ASK WHY, IT’LL MAKE SENSE LATER
Boys cry.
Girls masturbate.
Boys can like pink and not be gay.
Girls can have short hair and not be a lesbian.
Boys can like ballet.
Girls can like video games.
Boys can be hot without a six pack.
Girls can be hot without a hairless body.
Boys can have hair down to their waists.
Girls can have stretch marks, curves and back fat.
Gender doesn’t determine what you can and cannot enjoy, what you can and cannot look like or what you can and cannot do.
This made my day…
*hasnt been on tumblr in months*
*browses.for kicks*
*immeadietly comes across a post from an exgirlfriend*
Just seeing/hearing her name makes me feel sick and I get a tight pain in my chest, thanks for that welcome tumblr.
*unfolliws her cause im sick of this shit*

Sorry for being mia for so long you guys, have a lizzetta chillin to tide you over til I pop up again.
What would you do to me, or what would you want me to do?
It can be anything. Anon or not.
i say “im gay” a lot for someone who is pan