Before I met him, I would dance in the shower.
When he was in my life, I would think about showering with him.
After he left, I would sit on the ground in the shower and cry.
When I got over him, I showered so quickly there was no time for dancing, fantasies or tears.
Someone can invade the smallest parts of your life,
you won’t even realize it until you dance in the shower again
and wonder why you ever stopped.
Katy Perry about Russell Brand.
this is literally the saddest thing ive ever seen on tumblr ):
she couldnt even fake a smile..
i’ve reblogged this like 6 times before but i cry everytime
I think it’s lovely how you can sit in a classroom and visualize having sex with someone and nobody will notice at all
do you know how many angry boys have messaged me about boners because of this post
I tend to think that pretty much every great work of art is a composite of other great things that the artist has seen. (x)
the actual, physical ache you feel in your chest and in your bones when you’re so sad is fucking awful.