I love it when people are affectionate with me. I like when they always invite me places, or text me, or call me, I wouldn’t even mind if they blew up my fb wall with hearts and what not. I would rather have that person than someone who makes me text them first all the time and replies back like 10 fucking minutes later.
I feel like it’s very personal. So many people only know you by the things you post on this social media site. It’s ubiquitous. I feel like every world traveler I ever knew uses it to stay in touch with those they met abroad. It’s like a sneak peek into a small, but very real, part of your life.
I like this girl and I've known her for awhile now, but I have such a low self esteem that it just stops me from even trying to do anything :(
I know the feels. Sometimes I feel so self-conscious that words can’t event come out of my mouth, especially when I am around someone who I find attractive. But then I just tell myself “I ain’t taking shit from men” and it kind works lol. Find your mantra. Also it’s all about self perception. Sometimes I look at the mirror and I see the ugliest human being and some times I feel pretty, but it’s always the same face you know?
Idk why I am sharing but I am sure you are awesommmmiest!
you don’t even have to ask me stuff, send me a piece of your favorite poem, tell me about your day, suggest a restaurant, complain about that boy you thought you had feelings for, confess your darkest secret. i will smile no matter what. i just love when you guys talk.
“People shouldn’t be so snobby. It’s just not that simple, it’s like saying filet mignon is brilliant food, but bananas are stupid to eat. You need all the different things, you should chew it all, all of them. If they listen to stupid music, it’s because they want stupid music and then, if that’s making you happy, that’s brilliant. You know…and people shouldn’t be so snobby.”—Björk on musical snobbery (x)
“I want to be
like the waves on the sea
like the clouds in the wind,
but I’m me.
One day I’ll jump
out of my skin.
I’ll shake the sky
like a hundred violins.”—The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros (via cloudybits)