i wanna date someone and live with them in a shitty apartment but be happy about it because we are happy together and we can decorate it with stupid dorky posters of shit we like and figurines and art and we can cook weird recipes we found on the internet and eat them and watch cartoons even if the food is gross because we made it and we’re perfect
Wow there’s so many gorgeous, different people I go to school with and I don’t fit in with anyone and it makes me nervous yet I’m still so happy.
I’m proud of you and I love you; you will be okay.
that awkward moment when you reblog something you didn’t mean to reblog and you stress to delete it before anyone sees it
who wears the pants in the relationship? well preferably no one will be wearing pants