I can’t keep comparing my thighs to everyone else’s. My body is mine and I should like and accept it for what it is.
I think it would be neat to find a person who, in their presence, could make me like myself most, more than even when I am alone. a person I like for who they are and every aspect of that. I suppose what’s what a lot of people would call “love,” yeah?
using the term ‘yolo’ sarcastically so often that you’re really not sure if you’re joking or not now
(Source: hans--moleman, via andy--whorehol)

