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I can’t fucking share someone, god dammit I’m one selfish person. I want one person all to my self, their laughs and tears, I want to be the first person they tell when something happens, good and bad, I want to piss them off at 2pm, make up for it at 6pm, and to save them at 2am. I need some one all to my self or not at all.

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ryanreynols

lasplayaslasmontanas

“What’s in Montana?” ….“Oh, nothing.”

murinal

awwwton

me starting my presentation in class

negovanliss

there’s so much tongue in this bts kiss i need jesus

communistbakery-deactivated2017

being friends with me is like… im super annoying and mess up all the time but you know that i don’t have bad intentions, im trying as best i can but im a super flawed person. so you’re super annoyed and bored with me but you feel bad for feeling that way about me because you know that im trying my best and you can’t be mad at me, but i keep being annoying and messing up. so you kinda just deal with it because im occasionally funny. it’s an all-around mess tbh and i wouldnt recommend it

awwdorables

Guilty dog desperately asks for forgiveness

twinkwolf

GIVE HIM ANOTHER CHANCE

thursday

ofallthingsali-deactivated20140

That’s it that’s the whole show.

90sdefect

How long did this take to make?

ohsheetpizza

oh my god

ihaveringworm-deactivated202005

toocooltobehipster

tyleroakley

oh my god

inkskinned

the thing is, somebody cares. i know your best friend seems really busy all the time and is shit at texting but she still loves you and she talks to you more than she talks to anyone else and you’re the only breath of calm she has on this planet. the boy in your science class loves seeing what music you’re listening to on your headphones - he has the same taste and wishes he had the nerve to ask you about it. your english teacher loves the insight you have on your papers. somebody cares. the person who lives down the street from you notices when you are sick because they don’t see you stomping your way to the schoolbus - it’s how they know it’s time to get their breakfast ready. somebody is looking for you at the party, even if they don’t know they’re really looking for you - but when you don’t show up, some part of them is disappointed. somebody is looking for you in the library, in the spot where you eat lunch, in front of that one step you always seem to trip on. i know your parents are a complicated mess and there’s drama between your friends and your love life is sort of shaped like a constant question and everybody seems all caught up in their own lives and their own happiness and nobody really notices: but somebody always does. every face in your dreams is someone you have met, and that means that you are in a million’s stranger’s heads. they see you when they go to bed. and somebody cares. somebody still thinks about you even though you were just a person with a nice outfit or good eyeliner or a great smile or because you were having one of those moments that are so charmingly human in nature or because they regret not asking if you needed help when you fell or because they wonder what you were thinking about or drawing or writing or just because you’re alive, and that makes you fascinating. somebody cares. when you were on break from work and saw a dog hanging his head out of the car and suddenly broke into a smile: there was a girl in the back of that car, and I was her, and I still think about you, and i hope you get more chances to smile like that. and there is you, sitting here reading this, and by some small extension, meeting me, and i am telling you, I care. somebody always does. i promise. i promise. you are loved.