I wish redecorating my room was as easy as redecorating my tumblr.

Take care.

I’m becoming less of a photography blog and more of a OMG HOW CUTE HOW FUNNY GPOOOOOOY AW MAN LOOK AT THAT I HAVE TO REBLOG IT LOL SQUEEEEEEEE kind of blog.

Sorry to all those that followed me under false pretense.

I hate that I am constantly checking my phone to see if you’ve said anything.

There is such a huge difference between I love you and I love you too.

I love you too is equivalent to saying, “In addition to you loving me, I love you.” It is a small admission of trust. It is an acknowledgement of their love. It shows certainty, and belief that this other person feels the same as you. It is a reply full of confidence, and it leaves you open to being proved wrong.

Responding with I love you is easier. It means, “You might possibly care about me, but I’m not sure enough to allow myself to believe it. However, I know how I feel about you.”

Saying I love you too feels like a lie most of the time.

Maybe I should stop overthinking it.

EVERYONE GO FOLLOW KILLERWAVE.TUMBLR.COM BECAUSE THIS BLOG IS AMAZEBALLS AND I AM SRSLY SO SORRY FOR WHAT I SAID LOL I LOVE YOU BYE

I’m seriously so ashamed of some of the shit I do and say, and sometimes I don’t know what else to do except push you away and hope your fear of losing me overshadows what a horrible person I can be.

You honestly deserve so much better that just being with you is enough to make me feel like shit.

I’m scared that one of these days you are going to finally hear what I keep telling you, and realize that I’m really not worth everything I put you through.

I have no idea why I do the things I do. I should get You’ll regret it later tattooed on my hand so I can look at it before doing stupid things.

I’m so stubborn though that I probably wouldn’t even pay it any attention.

I hate being relied on for even the smallest shit.

I miss you when you’re sleeping.

There’s something about sleeping at night and naturally waking up early in the morning that makes me feel like maybe I haven’t completely ruined my life yet.

i’m scared of talking to strangers and answering phones and getting on buses and going into classes that aren’t my own at school and paying for things in shops and doing basically anything that could result in me embarrassing myself in any way how am i even going to live the rest of my life