When I get tired I start crying about things that don’t make sense
Like instead of crying about the fact that I don’t have an A in physics, I cry about Eli. Like….I actually have Eli. Why am I crying
I just love him so much and then I cry about it. That doesn’t make sense!
I need to go to bed. I don’t know how to make a read more on my phone
*gets changed right in front of the window because i love to give back to the community*
The girl who was my elementary school girl friend just got engaged and I’m sitting here single wearing a pug shirt and hamburger underwear
Just remember, u r someone’s dream girl
I’m a boy
Tumblr has made us forget that some people are actually straight
jesus this post is one train wreck after another
My great grandpa got hit by a train once.
I’ve seen hell with my own eyes
I always say don’t go in this tag!
if u don’t think i am a princess that’s embarrassing for you
Me featuring the Tim Lincecum gnome
im so pro-selfie like there are so many bigger problems in the world than girls who think theyre pretty
one of those problems is girls who dont think they’re pretty