I wonder what it’s like to have someone fall for you. And I mean really fall for you. Not just they want to get in your pants because they think you’re attractive. But be consumed with every little piece of you. The way you talk, the way you laugh, the way you just exist. To everyone in love: you don’t know how lucky you are.
Cool thing about tumblr: Since your blog is tailored exactly to your taste it reflects your personality enough that you can probably find your exact soul mate(or mates) on here.
Bad part: That bitch gon prolly live in Antartica or some shit.