worldpeaces:

do you ever just want to hold someone in your arms for about 37 years

“ I wonder what it’s like to walk up to a clothes rack and just buy what you want
I want to know how it feels to never have to pull your shirt over your rolls
I wonder what it’s like to feel so beautiful that you can smile while naked
I wonder, constantly how most woman can have sex with the lights on
I worry, always about summer, when everyone wants to swim
I wonder! If it’s easy being anything under a size 11
I wonder why stores never carry a size 18
I wonder if anyone knows, I actually try to be small
I wonder if anyone can guess how unhappy i am
I wonder, would anyone ever ask?
I wonder do people think I eat for fun?
I worry when I order too much or too little to eat
I wonder why people criticize me when I do work out
I wonder what the sales lady thinks when I walk into an aritzia, or la senza
I wonder what it’s like to not have to spend so much money on extra larges
I hate how people look when I walk by them
I wonder always, constantly what it would be like to not be fat. ”

─ (via smokeyourgreen3) ─

sappling:

how many “take me to the museum and make out with me” posts can y’all make like damn you’re horny and pretentious we get it

notacatchdonnie:

in the end im not cool or punk or anything i just listen to loud music in an attempt to drown everything else out

nofluffystop:

Please know that if you date me, I am a very touchy person. I will like to pet your head and hold your hand, rub your shoulders or hug you a lot. Simply put, to physically feel you in some way is very comforting to me and I can’t really apologize for it, it just feels natural to me and makes me happy.

twerkforcats:

i will not get jealous i will not get sad i will not get jealous i will not get sad i will not get jealous i will not get sad i will not get jealous i will not get sad i will not get jealous i will not get sad i will not get jealous i will not get sad

free-booty:

Does anyone else feel like a “filler friend”? Like you just sit there, never contributing to the conversation, and when you do, no one notices. You don’t really have a purpose or do anything and kinda just sit there existing. No one ever invites you ever or asks to do anything with you, and people even make group plans right in front of you and neglect your presence. It’s not that anyone means for this to happen it kinda just does?

“ My first love
was some insignificant boy
when it should have been
myself. ”

Michelle K., First Love. (via michellekpoems) ─

lubricates:

do you ever feel like you aren’t good enough for someone so you literally just give up