I wonder what it’s like to have someone fall for you, not just in a ‘I wanna get in your pants’ kinda way, but really fall for you. fall not just for your appearance but your personality too. I wonder what it feels like to have someone consumed in every little piece of you. the way you smile, the way you walk, just you. to everyone is love; you have no idea how lucky you are.
i basically assume that people don’t like me unless they explicitly tell me they like me and then periodically remind me
Life goal: live out of my car and travel the continental United States. You can’t truly appreciate your roots until you’ve explored every nook and cranny. I haven’t given up on you, America!
reblog if u were on tumblr before yahoo bought it
IT’S LITERALLY BEEN LIKE A DAY AND WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TRYING TO ACHIEVE WITH THIS POST
only a true tumblrite would understand. you just outed yourself as a yahooligan