i hope one day you are at peace with yourself. i hope you can take a shower without crying and you can close your eyes without thinking about your funeral. i hope one day you start singing in the shower again and are happy for no reason. i hope you get better, because you really deserve to.
im still counting on one last wave of puberty to come really late and make me hot
most of the bones in your face don’t actually set untill you’re around 25!! so you can look drastically different [and hotter woo] after ‘puberty’!
I wonder what its like to slow dance with your boyfriend in your kitchen at 2 am to your favorite song in your pajamas
my mother thinks it’s weird, bizarre, and said she hopes I don’t “become one of them”
reblog this to prove her wrong, and if this gets over 5k notes, every note counts as a dollar toward my comic con fund!
Either original stuff or fan fiction or anything really.