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.

MY LIFE

my life will never be complete until i find out if:

A) If Arnold (HEY ARNOLD) ever finds his parents

B) If him and Helga ever end up together

C) If Helga’s mom ever goes to rehab 

sfux:

i feel like people who eat breakfast really have their lives together

buttspectre:

why would you want to be an offensive stereotype for Halloween

when u can be

this