Literally every boy that has ever liked me since I started dying my hair has been like “OMG it’s like that Scott Pilgrim movie!¡¡!!!!¡ BE MY RAMONA FLOWERS”
Sure I’ll be Ramona but I won’t be yours
It sucks when someone really hurts you but once you think you’ve done something to hurt them back you’re falling all over yourself trying to make it better
I think the world would be a happier place if everyone accepted that naked boobs are not meant to be perfectly round and there’s nothing wrong with their natural shape
They’re not missiles or footballs or teardrops and they’re not oranges or grapefruits or watermelons
They’re boobs. They are boob shaped.
Just gave the last of the ex’s stuff back to him and I’m honestly so relieved because now I could just pretend he doesn’t exist and not see him for the rest of my life if I want to
I’m just really over being miserable and I either want to fix everything wrong and go back to being happy or just die because I’m so tired of this