I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.
(Source: honestliars)
No but seriously, why the fuck am I still single?
is there no one who can handle all of this?
(Source: official310)
Reblog if you have a dirty mind.
69% of people are too embarrassed to reblog this
(Source: tush)
