really punk?? really? wanna fight about it?? wanna cuddle about  it?? wanna maybe makeout about it??


I never told you to treat me like a princess I want you to treat me like a dragon, cower in fear before me and get me expensive shiny things


fun fact: you don’t cure anxiety by telling me that there’s nothing to worry about

I hate how I feel guilty for bothering my boyfriend when I’m having a panic attack.


how do u reach such a level of cuteness where people draw you for fun


the only people who call me cute live 7000 miles away


i wanna look like someone who can cut you but still bakes cookies in her spare time

I’m not even bothering to censor this dudes name because seriously fuck him. I couldn’t say anything else because he blocked me but I wish I could’ve said more.

I’m loudly sobbing and gasping and stuff and I know my mother can hear me but she just turned her television up louder like I don’t even exist. I’m going to be sick.


you (◕‿◕✿) 
are (◕‿◕✿) 
stressing (◕‿◕✿) 
me (◕‿◕✿) 
out (◕‿◕✿) 

go away (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

I’m having a panic attack so if someone would come hold me and say soothing things that would be greatly appreciated.


Just in case no one told you today:

  • Good morning
  • You’re beautiful
  • I love you
  • Nice butt


i probably still have a crush on danny phantom somewhere deep in my soul


i’m into some kinky shit sure… have you ever heard of “kissing”?


*points to ur lap* is this seat taken