There’s a four letter word for you, and you know it ain’t love.
"You drink a lot of tea, wine, dress nicely from what I can tell and don’t seem to be a complete douche…are you straight??"
I am alone, and it’s all by my own doing.
For some reason, this is profoundly beautiful to me… It makes me think of how someone can feel like such a mess, but then it just takes one person to come by and to make them feel beautiful.
Why did she have to come along? Just when I was doing so good without her.
I love meeting girls are not shy at all on tumblr but that are really shy in real life.
This is my enthusiasm for mornings.