hello beautiful
18
Atlanta,
Eritrean. I play
cello and other things; I'm pretty much useless otherwise. Don't know what else to write in this. I'd love for you to talk to me.
I sometimes just don't function properly.
talk to me my face
maybe i’m still single because i didn’t forward that chain email to 17 of my closest friends 5 years ago
that’ll explain the little girl with no eyes at the end of my bed too
when i find myself in times of trouble
mother mary comes to me
speaking words of wisdom
get your shit together
(Source: formerly-deannmartin)
have you ever been kissed so passionately that you felt like you were in a daze and you couldn’t even move and you got all woozy
i do this really cute thing where i read your message then forget to reply
a new study from yale university has shown that no matter how many times you say “okay” your parents will not shut the hell up
(Source: drarna)
Where the fuck is this spring I was promised…
am i the only one who rehearses things i might say in advance? and I don’t mean like my theoretical oscars acceptance speech i mean like what i’ll say to the pizza guy when I answer the door in my pjs
someone saying that they’ve missed you
or that they appreciate you
or that something reminded them of you
basically someone making you feel that they’ve thought of you and that you being around means something to them
(Source: jaclcfrost)
when you’re eavesdropping on a conversation and you accidentally laugh
I talk a lot of shit for someone who panics while ordering food at restaurants