wait a minute this isn’t my homework
this is tumblr
how did this happen
What I wanted was simple…black coffee and dark chocolate; your hand on my neck and your lips on my skin. I needed your undivided attention…for just a little bit, every day. I wanted to make you laugh and remind you to tread lightly; this life is so fleeting…and at the end of the day, I just needed the weight of your hand on my hip as I fell asleep.
when fandoms act as if they own tumblr
oh yeah? well we do so-
reblog this if you are a sack of flesh with temporary consciousness on a tiny rock flying through space
in 5th grade i used to suck on my arm and i dont know why but it was a really bad habit of mine like how kids sucked their thumbs, i sucked on my arm and my cousin who was in like 10th grade at the time asked if i had a hickey on my arm and i didnt know what it was and i said yes and he told me i was a “playa” and i told him i liked sports