This is me

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I like you

I like you. You I like. Like I you.

Cryptic posts

When I post something cryptic, it was cryptic for a reason. Unless you and I are really close, don’t message, text, or ask me what my post is about. And chances are, if we’re already really close, you will know exactly what my post is about without asking me. It just really burns me up when people ask me stuff about my life like it’s their business.

I was playing truth or dare with some friends today. This one guy was bragging about how he would take any dare and that he’s just so comfortable with himself and he’ll do anything. So the truth or dare game went like usual. “So-and-so, I dare you to kiss this person.” The guy does every single dare he’s told to and then he gets dared to kiss me. “Ew no! I’d never kiss her!” That was the ONLY dare he denied. He kissed every other girl he was dared to kiss. I know it’s a really dumb thing to get upset over, but that really made me feel like crap. It’s not like I wanted to kiss him. He’s gross. But am I really that repulsive? Every single guy that I’ve kissed has been dared to kiss me. No one has ever actually wanted to do it. What’s wrong with me?

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I never really read a character before that I connected with more than Peeta. So, for me, if I couldn’t get that job I was like, ‘Well, if I can’t play practically myself in a movie, what can I play?’

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