I want to get hurt. A car accident, anything. I want to get injured enough to wind up in a hospital, just to see if anyone would come to make sure I’m okay. And I’d pretend to be sleeping or dying so in case anyone actually did come, they would sit at the edge of my bed, crying, and tell me everything. I want to hear everything they’ve ever thought of me, how they really feel, if they’re sorry for anything. I just want to know the truth. And I want to know who truly cares about me.
In a store with my mom.
lmfaooo. it is so true omg.
SHUT THE FUCK UP AND ENJOY MADISONS SEX FACE.
your not cute i really hope you know, cause in his eyes your nothing but a hoe
I get no messages, aren't I popular?
I get message (1) and I’m all:
If I got (200) in my ask I’d be like:
And I’d be answering them like a boss:
but no, no one ever sends me anything.
I’d rather have strangers reading my tumblr, than people I know.
Never leave something good to find something better, because once you realize you had the best, the best has found better.
The weather is such a slut. The wind blows everyone. The rain makes everyone wet. The sun makes everyone take their clothes off. And the snow covers everyone in white stuff.
Boys who hug you really tightly with two arms for more than one second.