Bonjour_Ica

“I AM UGLY and that’s a fact. Guys don’t add me on Facebook and like my pictures, they don’t ask for my number, I get 5 text a day, one from my dad, two from my mom, one from the phone company and another one from some girl in my class asking me if there’s something for tomorrow. Guys don’t text me saying “Good morning beautiful.” or just even saying “Hi, whats up?” if I have any guy friends they’re one maybe two. You guys DO get texts, boys flirt with you, you’re always complaining about boys, when nobody ever calls me pretty. You guys get a compliment at least twice a day, boys play with your hair, kiss your cheek, hold you from behind, and i’m just there watching, and if any boy wants to talk to me it’s because they want me to give them something, or to call me bad names. I don’t have 120 likes on my profile picture, I’m scared of doing a party because I know I would’t have any guy friends to invite. Is it because I don’t let anyone know me? NO, it’s because I don’t look good. Why all the pretty girls out there are full of ‘guy friends’? don’t tell me because they’re the best people ever because it ain’t true. My teeth are not perfect, I don’t like my smile, I’m insecure, my eyes have nothing special, I don’t even have the perfect body, so don’t tell me I’m not ugly because I am.”

not my quote, but describes me perfectly

Harry, You know that girl Taylor?
She followed your plane tonight.
So, be careful because...
she has a huge crush on you.
She told me.
She tells everybody.
It's kind of cute, actually.
She's like a little girl.
She, like, tells all the paparazzi 'I think its love',
"Mrs. Harry Styles."
And she made this T-shirt that says
"I heart Harry"
and she wears it under all her clothes.




*this is not meant to be offensive, or hate to Taylor in ANY way*

A Small family could live off my thighs for like 10 weeks.

Me: *buys a fandom shirt*
Me: This will definately attract the attention of my soulmate.
 

Shoutout to Zac Efron for never persuing a signing career after he left Disney

Some Nights I stay up, staring at my laptop,
Some Nights I don't sleep at all,
Some Nights I'm glad that my dash is never ending,
Some Nights I wish I could log off.
But I still log on, I still see your post,
Oh Lord I'm still not sure why i'm awake at four,
What Do I Scroll For?
What Do I Scroll For?
Some Nights, I don't know, Any More.
 

"Sh/ts going down"
I whisper to myself as I flush the toilet.




(i know its kind of crude but I found it funny)