February 2012
I notice everything.
And by everything, I literally mean everything. I notice when someone stops hitting me up like they used to. I notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing. I notice the little things that people do, and the little things they used to do. I notice when things change, and when it’s no longer the same. I notice every single little detail. I just don’t say anything.
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Anonymous asked: You're the type of girl I would love to just be best friends with. I could talk about cool articles in the paper with you, we could drink coffee until we explode, and visit cool places together.
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Getting my nose pierced this weekend
Sorry mom.
“This morning, with her, having coffee.”
– Johnny Cash, when asked for his definition of paradise. (via rosettes)
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me: why am i so funny
me: i don't know
me: *laughs*
me: *sighs*
mom:
jaws-theme-swimming asked: I'm so glad I came across your tumblr because it's one of my absolute favorites
Stop trying to fit all of your shitty tattoos into...
abadwind:
Shithead
