*calls you on FaceTime* *looks at myself the whole time*
|—||Michelle K., Beasts. (via 69honeybeez)|
Man I feel really bad for the Tumblr Staff because I bet they aimed for Tumblr to be a cool, suavé, photographic place for artists but in reality it’s made up of hormonal teenagers who obsess over gay fictional characters, and can’t even handle the reblog button turning green to teal
IT IS MINT GREEN
one difference between cats and dogs is that dogs do absolutely nothing to mask their clinginess while cats pretend it’s a coincidence they’re in the same room as you 97% of the time
"The fact I am laying on your face means nothing"
drug dealer? no man. hug dealer. come here
It’s so sad that some of the loveliest and kindest people dislike themselves a lot
or my cheeks?
Who told me to stand with my legs apart
and my hips thrust back
to create the illusion of a gap
between my thighs?
Who made me believe that the most beautiful part of me
is my negative space?
SCHOOL IS STRESSING ME OUT MY WEIGT IS STRESSING ME OUT ANXIETY IS STRESSING ME OUT MY FUCKING STRESS IS STRESSING ME OUT
i love watching my innocent friends slowly transform into beautiful horny butterflies as we get older