if i was famous i’d just tour around the country without telling anyone and go to random college campuses late at night, and i’d wait until i saw one person walking by themselves and i’d walk behind them and put my hands over their eyes and say guess who and when they turned around it’d be me and they’d be like omg and then i’d say “no one will ever believe you” and i’d just sprint off into the moonlight
(via -insomniaticdreams)
the way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed, and when you smile at the ground it ain’t hard to tell, you don’t know, you don’t know you’re beautiful. If only you saw what I could see, you’d understand why I want you so desperately, right now i’m looking at you and I can’t believe you don’t know, you don’t know you’re beautiful.
(Source: anchortwat, via hailstor-m)
I don’t think you quite understand how sorry I am… I’m sorry about everything I said to you last Monday. I’m sorry for how much of a cunt I was to you. How insensitive I was. But, to be fucking honest, you should also be sorry. Or at least feel a little bad for saying what you said. You can’t blame me for being a total bitch, because you were a dick to me, so fucking grow a dick and a pair of balls and pluck up the courage to say sorry. YOU FUCKING WANKER!!!
