The less you care, the happier you will be.
I’m tired of never being good enough.
Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold.
I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.
Ladies,
Do not get mad at the girls that flirt with your boyfriend. Get mad at him for letting them and possibly doing it back.
Reblog if you hate your body.
Stop pitying yourself.
If you think you got it that bad, then go do something about it. Nothing is going to change if you just sit there and whine all day about how fucked up your life is. Shit, why won’t you go do something productive for once.
