you’re not what you look like. you’re the music you listen to, the shows you watch, the art you make, the flowers in your hair, your favourite blanket. you’re not the pimple on your nose or the pudge on your stomach. You’re not your thighs or your teeth. you’re the colour of your hair, you’re your favourite band, you’re the mismatch socks you wear and your favourite sweater. You’re what you love, you’re not what you look like or the body you are in.
life sucks when you’re one of the uglier fans stanning your bias
omfg this is cool
I burn like 2000 calories everytime i put my bed sheets on by myself
During sex she said “deeper” so I rolled over and started reading her poetry