I really can’t picture anyone at all having a crush on me. I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.

(Source: c0ntrasts, via anthedroid)

Hold on hold on hold on.

Why the fuck does Alicia always have something to say about me? She wants me to be petty with her right? I TALK TO YOU NEVER. JUMP THE FUCK OFF YOUR HIGH HORSE.

I know for a fact, with proof, that three senior girls’ boyfriends are cheating on them. 

Do I say anything? No.

I’m not as fucking petty as I could or SHOULD be. I really am not.

Just fucking graduate already. Fuck bruh.

Bring your asses to Louisiana State.