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REAL LIFE DISNEY PRINCE TOM HIDDLESTON EXHIBIT

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When I said I love you:

1. I said I loved you because I was 14 and my best friend was saying it to her boyfriend, and I thought I had to say it too. 

2. I said I loved you because you said it, and I loved the way you said it but I didn’t love you.

3. I said I loved you because you were my best friend and I could tell you loved me, and you touched me like I was a fucking prize, until you didn’t anymore. And I realized I didn’t love you, I loved how you looked at me, until you didn’t anymore. 

4. I said, “I think I love you” because you said that to me, even though neither of us gave a shit and we were both just trying to find anything in each other.

5. I say I love you because my heart feels full when you smile, and your hands mesmerize me and my whole body tingles when you say you love me back. 



i had a dream that doofenshmirtz from phineas and ferb was like threatening me and he had this secret code where he basically would delete your tumblr and you had 5 minutes to figure out the code to undelete it or it was deleted forever and he did this TWICE and I was seriously like freaking the fuck out trying to save my tumblr



So I’ve come to the conclusion

that either 

a. he is a creepy creeper and is crazy and stage 100 clinger

or

b. he really is that nice and is actually truly excited because he thinks I like him back?

(I’m trying to be positive and think it’s the latter, and that he won’t stalk my life but previous experience tells me it is the former)



I wish I knew what the right decision was.

When people use no emoticons or exclamation points in texts

I imagine them talking in a monotone unenthusiastic voice. 

Like a business transaction through texts…



According to my friend, I have two dance moves:

The booty shake, and the booty shake original.



I dedicate this picture to my ass and the bags under my eyes from not sleeping.

I dedicate this picture to my ass and the bags under my eyes from not sleeping.



I’m going to be doing anything except for what I am supposed to be doing.

I’m starting to think

that I need to give up some/all of the activities I take part in at school, so I can have more time to focus on graduating. I know some people will be mad at me, but I’m going to have more and more trouble putting my all into these things, and I don’t feel it’s fair to do something and not put your all into it. Too many difficult decisions, and I don’t know what to do. Blah.



What the fuck do I do when I get out of college…

I have no fucking clue. This sucks.



School starts tomorrow!

First class at 10:50! I’m a little over excited but not at the same time! I haven’t picked out the ceremonious “first day outfit” because I suck at life! I don’t know what to wear! I don’t know how I’m going to get into the swing of things with this summer being so non productive! Nonetheless, I’m getting first day jitters (yes I used the word jitters) and my brain is kinda like gdjfkslkfdhgnslakifs and I kind of just want to be there already!  fgbsjkldfgd



I don’t know if his intentions are good.

But I don’t care enough to think about it. Hopefully he doesn’t fuck me over again.



Why doesn’t he love me?

A poem by me:

I’m ugly.

Why doesn’t he love me?

I’m intense.

Why doesn’t he love me?

I never fight back.

Why doesn’t he love me?

I don’t know how to cry.

Why doesn’t he love me?

In fact, I show no emotion at all.

Why doesn’t he love me?

I hate my voice.

Why doesn’t he love me?

I avoid people to avoid judgement.

Why doesn’t he love me?

I want to smash my reflection.

Why doesn’t he love me?

I fuck up every situation.

Why doesn’t he love me?

I can’t take criticism.

Why doesn’t he love me?

I’m not good at anything.

Why doesn’t he love me?

I overanalyze everything.

Why doesn’t he love me?

I don’t respect myself.

Why doesn’t he love me?

I let other people control my life.

Why doesn’t he love me?

I live mostly in my head.

Why doesn’t he love me?

I run away from everyone including myself.

Why doesn’t he love me?

I don’t think I have a heart.

Why doesn’t he love me?

I’m stupid.

Why doesn’t he love me?

I hate myself.

Why doesn’t he love me?

I hate everything about myself.

Why doesn’t he love me?

I don’t love myself.

Why should he?