body part asks.

  • eyes: nine celebrity crushes.
  • ears: eight favorite songs.
  • nose: seven favorite scents.
  • mouth: six favorite quotes.
  • heart: five people you love in this or any other world.
  • hands: four things you've created that you're proud of.
  • stomach: three comfort foods.
  • knees: two things that make you go weak in the knees.
  • feet: one thing you want to accomplish in life.

I’m not cute enough to get anybody I wanted. If that were true, I’d probably be a jerk. The fact that I can’t has made me humble, but also made me complacent. In most cases I settle for what I can get. Many times I’ve sought after people who really didn’t see all to interested in me—especially outside of sex. Rarely does a person come along who I actually like and they like me back. And in that moment, it throws me into confusion. As a result, I start doubting myself, because everything I’ve experienced before was either a lie or a fantasy I’ve tricked myself into believing was real. I’m a guarded person because of it. Irregardless of my inhibitions, the adoration and thoughtfulness they show in my behalf brings me into clarity. To have someone truly love me like that is amazing.

(Source: toxicrocket)


People out here liking my selfies like the reblog button not next to the heart.

Y’all fake.

I’m saying though!

Want my attention?

Engage in conversation and have a sense-of-humor. It’s that easy! I don’t care about your looks. I don’t care how much money you have or the things you own. I don’t care if you’re popular or not. If you truly want to be my friend, be honest and be open. I’m slow to judge and quick to make peace.

(Source: toxicrocket)

Twitter doesn’t appreciate nor understand me the way Tumblr does. I love you guys!