I wonder if anyone ever looks at me while I’m doing something and thinks I’m pretty. Because I do that all the time to people.
On a scale of cuddles to rough sex i need everything on the fucking scale.
rock star: so how old are you?
me: how old do you need me to be
you don’t understand self-control until your favorite band comes on the radio and you’re with other people
I grow super attached to people so please give me a 60 day warning before I stop existing to you.