who else is stupid and eats bread
Winnie the Pooh deciding his outfit: this is more of a pussy out look
“Maybe we shouldn’t talk. Maybe we should remove each other from each other’s life completely. Maybe. Maybe you’ll never be with me. Maybe you’ll never realize how good I’d be to you. Maybe you’ll push me away forever. Maybe you’ll use me another 3 times giving me more false hope. Maybe you’ll call me next week in the middle of be night confessing your love to me. Maybe you’ll look at me and see how perfect I am for you. Maybe you’ll realize how much I put up with for you and what I’d do for you. Maybe you’ll decide to let me love you. Maybe you’ll say fuck it and be with me. Maybe you’ll let me in. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe I won’t be here when that happens.”
— (via turntprincess)
imagine laying in bed and instead of pulling on your legs or whatever, a demon straight up just smacks your ass
I mean
What’s the demon look like
When people tell me, “Trust your gut! Follow your intuition!” Like, bitch, I have anxiety. My “gut” is usually telling me that everyone hates me and that I’m going to die. I can’t trust what that motherfucker tells me.
