If someone really wanted to be happy with you, they’d show it. What sucks is that if they want you to do something, they have no problem telling you and you’d do it. But they wouldn’t do it for you. Why go through all the trouble every fucking day knowing you don’t know how it’s going to end. Oh because you still want to be here after all the shit that’s happened. But do they? You don’t fucking know because yeah they’re “here”. But are they really here. Are they using you. Are they just not sure so they’re sticking around until something better comes along and if something doesn’t then yore they’re last resort. But to you, they’re first. What bothers them bothers you. They’re upset you’re upset. You would be there for them any time of the day. You annoy them with texts, pictures, random shit and they’re just like haha okay. You just fucking wonder if it’s worth it. Every week is a bipolar roller coaster. One day ya’ll are kissing the next you’re fighting. And ya’ll aren’t even together. The fuck does that sound like. Cause I don’t fucking know. Just wish you would make up your mind. Just wish you would realize how much I want this and how much I would do for this. Just wish you realize why I do the things I do. Just fucking wish you can see what I see. Just. Fucking. Wish.
When Lilo explains about how she desperately needed to give Pudge the fish a peanut butter sandwich because he controls the weather, it seems that she is just being random, but there is reason behind it: Lilo’s parents died in a rainstorm. [x]
If 90s R&B not important to you you’re not important to me. Fuck outta my face.
i’m not very good at small talk, i want 2 talk about dying and aliens and sex and meaning and the sky i am terrible at asking about school and weather
I’m mostly reblogging this because WOW I can’t believe someone just straight-up posted Frozen on YouTube like it ain’t no thing. Damn.
I’m not a back up. I will not be treated like a back up. So back tf up.