we think we’re made of numbers. percentages on tests, pounds on a scale, likes on a photo, price tags on clothes. but we’re not. we are made of love and happiness and they way we laugh. we’re made of good memories and late nights and past-curfews. we have more substance than numbers.
this post is really important
riddle me this atheists: if god isn’t real then who is inside the kleenex box pushing up the next tissue
the scary thing about dating is that you are either going to marry that person or break up
deep thoughts from an anus
Me: then fucking act like it
This girl would never want to be tucked safely in the middle of the pack, never.
My thighs are huge cuz they’re full of secrets
Wrap them around my ears and let me hear them all
do u ever wonder how many people’s dreams you have been in