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the-smile-anon asked: Hello! I'm the smile anon and Ithink everyone deserves to smile so I'd like to tell you: 1) I think you're a very inspiring person 2) I've always thought very highly of you 3) you are a very sweet and kind person... Have you smiled today?

I’m not sure how to respond to this, really

other than thank you

and I wish I weren’t so cynical as to immediately assume this is a form ask

- ? May 25th 2012

Anonymous asked: don't tell anyone about tumblrtasks(.)com but i made $400 this week on it lol

man that sounds super legit

i better not tell anybody about this totally real money-making opportunity

- ? May 25th 2012

Anonymous asked: have you ever liked any men?

Yes~

the squiggly makes it cute

or
something

- ? May 25th 2012

(via r00falin)

you’re always asking me how you can help

but then when I say what I want you get angry

hm

I wonder if that might be part of the problem

- ? May 23rd 2012
ugh

I just feel so fucking guilty about everything
even posting this
I mean
you don’t want to read this shit do you

- ? May 22nd 2012

well
that thing where I stayed away from tumblr sure lasted

fuck

I’m such an attention whore

goddamnit

I’m just so damn tired

- ? May 22nd 2012
what if I’m just too tired - ? May 22nd 2012

I think Im gonna stay away from tumble for a bit
until I can be less of a whiny attention whore who bitchws continually shot their problems
fuck

text me if you need me

- ? May 21st 2012

(Source: its-garfield, via ifionlyhadtofart)

why the fuck am i still upset

it’s not even a big deal
I fucking predicted it for gods sake
it doesn’t even really matter

it shouldn’t affect me


shit

- ? May 21st 2012

(Source: visual-poetry, via originsoflife)

Anonymous asked: shirtless picture

hiiii zach

- ? May 21st 2012

Anonymous asked: Guess who

are you my conscience

- ? May 21st 2012
I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.

(Source: honestliars, via pleased-to-meet-you-squire)

- ? May 20th 2012