In My Imagination, We Are Dancing In The Kitchen After Midnight While Cooking A Late-night Snack With

so i started to think about some stuff. never doing that again.

I love pretending to be normal in social settings bc it’s like how long will it take until they find out a screw is absolutely loose. how long can I keep this going for

CHAT ITS OUR 16 MONTHS TODAY!!!!!

but i don't get to see them :C

devastating

BUT MY LOVE KNOWS NO BOUNDS SO I CONTINUE TO BE HAPPY AND OKAY BC AS LONG AS WE LOVE EACH OTHER NOTHING CAN STOP US RAAAAAGGGHHHH

i love themmm :333

every night I think “wow this might be the night I go to bed early” and every time without fail I fuck it up

i dont know how to ask for help without feeling like a burden

i feel like a plant withering away lmao

crying my eyes out makes me so tired (it's the dehydration)

am i just too much?

am i not enough?

am i too hard?

am i too soft?

am i too normal?

am i too weird?

am i too loud?

am i too shy?

am i too cold?

an i too nice?

am i too depressed?

am i too happy?

am i too serious?

or am i too unserious?

Tell me what am I? What is the real me?

What is the me people will like?

What is the me people won’t leave?

do u think Tinkerbell ever just fuckin bit people? she's tiny, angry, and easily mistaken for an insect, surely she gave into that tempation

literally everything being said at trump’s inauguration: