You don’t need to buy me expensive things or take me out to dinner every night or even every weekend. I don’t need the world or want the world. I want the little things. If you push my hair out of face or rub my back. Or if you randomly kiss my cheek. Or text me randomly saying you miss me. Or if you make a tweet about me or post a picture of us. Then that’s all I care about. I want the little things. I care way more about that, than anything else.
my favourite thing about tumblr is there is not one mention of sports
if you’re reading this i hope something good happens to you today
i dropped my apple in the toilet
did you decide oh im going to the bathroom better bring an apple with me
why is there a cat
he was helping
nicknames and kisses and sleeping together i’m literally here for all of this
Because it’s late, I’ve not had a great day, and this makes me smile.
hey someone told me you remind them of an owl
i dont say “no” to drugs
i say “no thank you” because i wasnt raised in a fucking barn like some of you hoodlums