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I’m not a Tumblr famous. I love it when a red number appears above my inbox icon. If someone followed me, I smile and it makes me happy. When I lose a follower, I ask myself why. When someone hates me, only few people comfort me. When I make a text post, I seldom have notes for it. Almost all of my posts are reblogged from other users. When I hold an honesty hour, you can count with your fingers the people who ask. But despite the fact that I have not much follower count, I am proud of my blog. Why? Because the person who is reading this right now chose to follow me. :) I love you followers.


I put up with way too much shit.

caif13:

Seriously. I should probably stop doing that.







olvidare:

The fact that there’s over 7.2 billion people in the world and not even one of them is taking one for the team by dating me is extremely unacceptable

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A royal fuck you. Good bye.


biznasties:

if you’ve ever had a crush on me god bless your poor misguided heart 

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Are you kidding me?? You fucked me up but I am the one that got in the way??


These talks we have always drive me crazy.