if i were a celebrity i would track my tag on tumblr.
i would learn which blogs fangirled me the hardest.
i would go anon and request graphics of myself.
i would have a low-key blog without my name on it and reblog gifs of myself critiquing my every move
i would troll the fuck out of everyone.
(via wantafairytale)
why did you appear in my life? i would be so much better if had never met you,i know i would. but no,i had to meet you so i could feel extremaly hurt,wishing you were here all the time,wishing the things had work out,wishing you were mine,everything went wrong and i want to go back in time,i want to change what went wrong,i want to live the good parts again,i want the moments i had with you back,my happy moments,my happy memories. because when i think about happiness i think of you by my side,when i picture myself happy i’m with you and hurts to know that this probably will never happen again