February 2012
I notice everything.
And by everything, I literally mean everything. I notice when someone stops hitting me up like they used to. I notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing. I notice the little things that people do, and the little things they used to do. I notice when things change, and when it’s no longer the same. I notice every single little detail. I just don’t say anything.
“‘I love you’ means that I accept you for the person that you are, and that I do...”
– Osama Bin Laden (via quidniegoillud)
I feel like I have a sex appeal of a toaster
#whitegirlproblems
