January 2011
If I sleep to much, my parents complain.
If I don’t get enough sleep, my parents complain.
If I eat too much, my parents complain.
If I don’t eat enough, my parents complain.
If I’m always in my room, my parents complain.
If I go out too much, my parents complain.
I CAN’T FUCKING WIN.
this.
When someone asks you when you're going to get a boyfriend
…and you’re just like “I don’t know, I guess tomorrow when I walk out of my house I’ll just choose one from the swarm of guys that all come sprinting towards me.”
Scars are beautiful because each one has their own story
Tumblr needs to
- Notify you when someone un-follows you
- Notify you when someone has answered a question you asked
- Bring back the red bubble with the notification numbers
- Let you reply to peoples replies
Reblog if you want your inbox full & you're willing to answer any question.








