r3lapsed:

kafkai:

dilated:

I automatically assume everyone finds me unattractive until they tell me otherwise.

And then i assume that they are lying to make fun of me

and then I realize nobody ever tells me I’m attractive 

(via shruggin)

I like the idea of the queue

I don’t really know how to pronounce it but the idea is really nice. Like, my school has a restricted wifi and tumblr is not allowed. So with my queue in place, I don’t miss a beat. On a more morbid note, if I was to die, my blog would still be updated by me but past me. I like the thought of a grieving friend on tumblr stumbling across a queued post and finding comfort in it, even if it was like a picture of whales or something. Just the thought of comforting is nice.