My annoying great uncle is here and he keeps fucking touching me.
Like pulling my nose.
Pulling my hair.
Poking my cheeks.
He closed my laptop.
Do you want to die on Thanksgiving? DO YOU??!??!??!
Literally every day I come home from my boyfriend’s when it’s time to go to bed I always get so fucking sad. Just knowing I won’t be in his arms tonight, that I won’t be feeling his warmth next to me. I won’t be waking up to his face.
I hate nights like this.
I just want my smoothie.
And Kyle doesn’t even care about my smoothie not being here yet and the sadness that makes me feel. Which hurts. Cuts me real deep.
I just love how silky my hair feels after it dries from a good, hot shower. It’s the little things.
Just unfollowed 80 people.
i’ve had my tumblr for a little over a year and the most notes i’ve gotten on a post is like 35 and my boyfriend has had his two days and he has a post at 24 and it’s still rising
Each day I spend with my boyfriend I find more reasons as to why I’m so crazy about him.
sigh. my inability to be alone, my worst flaw, really haunts me.