(Source: leilockheart, via strawberriesskittles)
Falling for him would be like cliff diving. It would be either the most exhilarating thing that ever happened to me or the stupidest mistake I’d ever make.
Colleen Houck (via noeeeee)
ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-nana ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-nana
banana-ah-ah (ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-nana) potato-na-ah-ah (ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-nana) banana-ah-ah (ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-nana)
togari noh pocato-li kani malo mani kano chi ka-baba, ba-ba-nana
yoh plano boo la planonoh too ma bana-na la-ka moobi talamoo
ba-na-na ba-ba (ba-ba-ba-ba-banana) POH-TAAA-TOH-OH-OH (ba-ba-ba-ba-banana)
togari noh pocato li kani malo mani kano chi ka-ba-ba, ba-ba-naNAAAHHHH!!!
Is it bad if I have played this over five times?
is it bad that i made this my background music for the rest of the day?
(Source: unicornbarney, via potter-hungergames)
Don’t eat, you’re gonna get fatter. Don’t talk, you’re making yourself look fucking stupid. Don’t laugh, it’s annoying as fuck. Don’t try making a connection with him, you’re becoming more pathetic with each attempt. Don’t hold on, you’re going to fucking let go sooner or later anyways. Don’t expect someone to make an effort with you, you’re just gonna let yourself down again. Don’t try, whats the fucking point? Don’t cry, you’re fucking weak. Don’t feel anything anymore, numbness is all you fucking know now. Don’t hope for freedom, these chains are never going to be cut loose. Ever. Don’t even breathe; it’s fucking pointless.
(Source: lonely-dying, via sweetsexualsideaffectaddiction)
I miss that one guy whom I used to be with almost every afternoon before… just chilling, talking and laughing about random stuff. Getting pissed (but not really that pissed) at him because of his teasing, then looking into his eyes while he’s looking back, then looking away because they just fucking melt me. Oh, and inhaling his sweet masculine smell… pure heaven. And all his stupid jokes? Just added to his charm that he doesn’t know that exists. Why did I have to push him away anyway? Nobody said I had to. I didn’t want to. Yet I did. And for what reason? Because I was too afraid of the consequences that would come along if he finds out about what I feel for him. People get tired of being pushed away too, so as time passed, he became more and more distant, like that one guy who I fell for never existed, and I’m left to question whether all the time I spent with him was real or just a fantasy.
But he’s just a mere crush. An infatuation, ‘cause I got caught up in those moments, with all those little things he did for me, so I shouldn’t really be feeling this way. But I am. And the more I fight these, the more they resurface in an uglier form.
And was he really just a crush?
(Source: sometimesiwannadisappear, via inspiredbythisfeeling)







