Thank you so fucking much.
im in teaaars
you know that unexplainable sickish feeling where youre not really sick and you dont really have a headache but you just feel wrong and you cant get comfortable or find something that youre really into but you kinda feel too ill to sleep or eat its like your body saying “i dont know what i want you to do but this isnt it”
That’s called anxiety.
That explains at least half of my life then
story time children gather around.
okay so when we were in sixth grade the “popular” group of girls started to like one direction (but just because they were hot) so my fiends and I were like lol no that’s not gonna fly. and so, we devised a plan. we made up a band (I forgot that name) and it…
"The Most Beautiful and Magical Color ever"
One of the most perfect descriptions for Benedict’s eyes.
They are breathtaking ~
i could talk about that character less
but i could also
not do that
If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?