I don’t get messages everyday.
I don’t get compliments by my followers.
I don’t post the best stuff.
I don’t look good head to toe.
I don’t get notes that reach over 100.
I don’t have a lot of followers.
I do cherish the messages I get.
I love the compliments I get, when I get lucky.
I reblog stuff I feel connects to me even though its not original.
I get happy when I reach 10 notes.
And I do love every single one of my followers.
Just set off a fucking bomb shell
I was so tempted to reply “Fucking idiot!” I didn’t though. Because this will be fixed.
Don’t mind me, I’m just being fucking awkward. >.<
:runs and hides:
No matter what happens, I’ve never actually stopped loving anyone. Liking, yes, but after a certain point, it kid of… sticks. And it never leaves.
I answer everything. It’s like I have no filter…
;_; Why does my mom have to act like this?! I withdraw from one class, and now she’s throwing a fit, and threatening to throw me out! FML!
- A - I ♥ you.
- B - I hate you.
- C - I ♥ your blog.
- D - You’re cute.
- E - You’re friendly.
- F - You don’t belong here.
- G - I don’t like you.
- H - Deactivate your tumblr.-account.
- I - I’m your secret admirer.
- J - I ♥ the way you express yourself.
- K - You’re too boastful.
- L - I miss you.
- M - Stay humble.
- N - You’re too popular.
- O - You’re tumblr.-famous.
- P - Awesome blog.
- Q - I’m in love with you.
- R - You annoy me.
just do it