I’d rather a boy who writes me poetry than one who buys me stuff.
Well, there’s this guy. The guy I’ve posted about for months. The guy I loved because I knew he could never like me back, but I didn’t mind. Well, this guy and I have been talking until 1 am for 3 nights straight. And he’s pretty great.
its never safe to use tumblr beside your parents
I did this once, and guess who decided to show up? The weird side of tumblr.