me @ tumblr: stop recommending me things. you don’t know me like spotify does

*looking at the moon* what highlighter does she use?

plot twist: JK rowling writes a series on voldemorts point of view

“i looked in the mirror and cried. i look like an egg”

i cant wait to have my own home, bake some bread, look out of the window, water the plants… i’ll get there

in order to lead a happy life im gonna have to disappoint my parents a bit

did anyone actually take the time to learn the lyrics to bohemian rhapsody or were we all born knowing it by heart

girls be like “🥺”

not to sound like a broken record but the moon is so beautiful. all she fucking does is glow and i love that for her

me: *watches criminal minds for 9 hours* anything: *makes a noise* me: I’m looking for a white male between the ages of 25-45 probably a loner probably most definitely hates women probably drives a red late model dodge truck probably lives alone his moms name is Helen and his favorite color skittles are the red ones

i overthink, overlove, overfeel and overstress