Not those “it’s been a week, let’s break up because I tasted your dick so many times” relationship. I want those “Happy 50th anniversary babe, let’s go see the doctor because my arthritis is getting worse” relationship.
2.2k notes later and I’m still single.
The notes. You don’t belong here if you don’t reblog this. THE NOTES!
reblog if u were on tumblr before yahoo bought it
IT’S LITERALLY BEEN LIKE A DAY AND WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TRYING TO ACHIEVE WITH THIS POST
only a true tumblrite would understand. you just outed yourself as a yahooligan
*loses bobby pins and hair ties*
*loses internet connection*
i get really uncomfortable when people don’t maximize their browser window
I feel comfortable with you
you make me smile
you do stuff like this
I cant be myself
I don’t know why
but it feels that it would scare you
and there’s no way I gotta loose you
then you make me forget things
I wanted to forget a long time
and if you would leave
it would come back like flood
with all the anger, pain and voices
who decided that you need some deep back story in order to justify your tattoo
if you think a deer is gonna look cool as hell on your arm then go ahead and get it tattooed