just lounging across my bod
the thaw is reaaaal #swimmin’
do you have snapchat”
"no i am not 14 sorry"
"oh i thought you were by your inability to brush your teeth you stupid bitch
— tinder, a love story
called my mom for backup against the raccoons, she shows up with this. ready to brawl
I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.