having a crush on someone who’s famous is so awesome because it’s like hey! no chance of rejection. ever. my existence is completely off their radar. they don’t even know i’m alive. this is great. this is a fun time. i am having so much fun
Over forty years later:
((I will never not reblog this.))
Dreams really do come true, children.
the invariably worst thing in the world is when skinny people call themselves fat in front of me and i feel so conflicted about it because society is so hard on all of us and none of us are free from self consciousness but also…. like you and i both know that you’re so much skinnier than me and you calling yourself fat makes me feel like shiiiit
THUNDERSTORMS ARE PERFECT OPPORTUNITIES TO CUDDLE.
WHAT IF THE POWER GOES OUT.
LETS MAKE A FORT.
DID LIGHTNING JUST SHOOT THROUGH OUR WINDOW?
LETS MAKE OUT.
giving to me does not mean
buying me gifts, calling me when you need something,
kissing my neck and
sticking your hand down my pants
caring about me does not mean
asking me how i am and being
satisfied when, every time,
i tell you i’m fine, but my eyes are dead,
my hands are shaking,
and the conversation is forced
wanting me does not mean
texting me only when you’re lonely,
calling me only when you’re sad,
kissing me only when you’re happy
loving me does not mean
draining all the love out of me,
thanking me for it