when artists think that just adding breasts to a character makes her an adult but forget to change the facial structure to match
Why is is that people who no longer exist to me continue to give a shit about what I’m doing with my life? Why bother reading my blog if I don’t matter? Why not mind your own business? Stop commenting on my life. You don’t exist to me.
I figured words didn’t mean much to you but I’m going to convince you if it’s the last thing I do. Be scared with me. I love you so much so take my hand and we’ll figure this out together. Just know that no matter what happens with us you’re never going to have to walk through life alone again, and I mean that. I will always be here.(via staywellmydear)
I love you.(via ohheyythere21)
We are all born for love. It is the principle of existence, and its only end.Benjamin Disraeli (via dailykwotes)