
I hate being so sensitive. I hate being able to detect the slightest change in the way people message me, or talk to me, or look at me. I hate overthinking about it for the whole night. I hate when I can feel someone is slowly losing interest in me.

I’ve finally managed to make a vine compilation short enough that Tumblr will let me post it!
I thought it wasn’t possible to crack an egg in your palm like that how to fuck did he
This is a good one 12/10
this is legit my favorite vine compilation ever, i’m crying
#Erin your friend Jackie is in it and it’s a different vine than usual! – lmao omg elvira your tags are the best
Today’s mood: feeling too full of love for Al and not knowing how to creatively let it out, so just yelling “I LOVE YOU YOU CREEPY CRYPTID” in my head and hoping it is received, appreciated, and reciprocated





