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I’m paranoid to the point where I want to punch myself in the face…like even if people tell me they enjoy my company, invite me places, and happily start conversations with me, I will still be 700% convinced that I am a waste of their time and that they secretly hate me and are talking to me only because they feel they have to
(Source: raspberrying)
do you ever go through your own blog and just smile because even though as a blog it is objectively terrible it’s, like, the only space in the world that is 100% tailored to you and your interests
our kids will probably attend a middle school dance where the theme is the 2010’s
they’ll wear leggings with ugg boots and twerk to “call me maybe”
i just spit my food onto my keyboard
bekn:
in my family i’m the ‘computer whiz’ cause i understand that when u open a new window the previous one isn’t gone
How I use my “like” button:
-reblog later
-watch later
-listen later
-might save this photo later
-show to my friend later
-I just really like it
(Source: rihazza)
i’m that friend that has to walk behind the others when the sidewalk doesn’t fit a group of three
I think about this post a lot
Am I the only one who wakes up then stays in bed for like another hour