i’ve grown so unattached from people like i could literally move across the country tomorrow and not give a shit about leaving anyone except for like 3 people
Sometimes I feel like I might finally be content with the way I look, and then I look in the mirror and it’s like
I’m upset and I want new clothes
"you stole that joke from tumblr" i posted that joke to tumblr
"date a girl who reads!!", "brainy is the new sexy!", "bigger books are better than bigger boobs!"
oh shut the fuck up
date a person who makes you smile, who makes you snort soda out of your nose and still thinks your laugh is cute
not based on how many john green novels they’ve read or episodes of sherlock they’ve watched you petty little fucks