fuckinq:

who wants to have a tumblr meetup in my bed

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Anonymous:
Favorite things? Everything... Just list it all.

Pickles
Funfetti cupcakes
Picnics
Acrylics
Rings
Getting ready
Being happy
Chicken tenders
Back massages
Pointless conversations
Dancing
Being able to laugh at everything
Ry
My ugly feet
Mashed potatoes
Yellow
Newborn babies
People
Aaaaand being able to stay strong.

Anonymous:
Tay Tay Tay, just wondering... In my eyes you seem so perfect. Perfect relationship, perfect personality, perfect petite body. Why are you so hard on yourself?

Honestly, I don’t know. It’s just the reassurance that I don’t get. I mean, I’m not one to talk because I don’t tell anyone how great they are really but it’s like hearing people telling me they like me and telling me that I’m pretty, that fuels me. I need someone to tell me. And Ryan does and that seems like it should be the only thing that matters but I literally thrive off of people liking me and ultimately I just want to be accepted by everyone so I push myself so hard.

Anonymous:
Oh so ur bi

Bye bye bye -NSYNC

fuckisonyobiscuit:

“please grab your homework on your way out of class” image

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alegorys:

man it sucks when you realize you have no one 

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