I never had a “boys are icky and gross” phase I’ve literally been chasing dick since birth
(via girlygirlfriend)
I hate that I cry when I’m mad
I hate that I snort when I laugh
I hate that I’m not good at whispering
I hate that my thighs are big
I hate that I have freckles
I hate that I stutter when I’m nervous
I hate that I care what other people think
I hate that I have to be right
I hate that I expect so much of myself
I hate that I can’t hold a grudge
I hate that my forehead is big
I hate that I have sweaty palms
when you hear someone talking about an obsession of yours
(Source: my-sexytardis, via your-intelligenceismycommonsense)
