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