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Sometimes I look at people & wonder if they’re like me, convincing myself that things are good and I just need to overcome to appreciate it all.
I try and choose my words wisely, then other days I get caught up in my own emotional nonsense. I wish I was deaf sometimes, then people wouldn’t try to charm me with words (words would hurt less) and then I could just be of service.
I’m not a whimsical person anymore, but I laugh a lot. I just want to convey myself properly and accurately & not be a blubbering idiot. I want that from others too
Sometimes I wanna just break down & say it’s not me. I like orgasms, I like being under the stars with friends & blunts, as well as feeling comfortable with wearing tank-tops. Then again, I like being of service, I like seeing people grow in the gospel, and I love how there’s always something I can do to progress.
It just occurred to me, Des, I’m going to write you letter.
“When people walk away from you, let them go. You shouldn’t have to talk them into staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring about you, and coming to see you … because if they really cared about you in the first place, they would not be going anywhere.”—Unknown (via oij)