I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.
ah dumpster diving, or as i like I call it “finding myself”
me when i see people from school outside of school
REASONS TO LOVE PROFESSOR MINERVA MCGONAGALL
I don’t think we can be friends anymore, Joey.
"babe wake up we gotta watch yugioh"