Pudge, what you must understand about me is that I am a deeply unhappy person.
Everyone wants to be the sun to lighten up everyone’s life, but why not be the moon, to brighten the darkest hour.
you don’t realise how much tumblr has changed your view on things until you spend time with friends who don’t have tumblr and they say something and you’re just like
The Fan fictions
my life seems to depend on this post
don’t hurt BEES. they just want to pollinate flowers and make honey. hurt WASP’s. fuck them and their old money, big mansions, and country clubs
I look at you, and I just love you, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you.