Sparrow

There’s a question I really want to be brought up, but I don’t want to be the one to ask it. I so want him to ask me =[

Wish people would reblog my posts instead of just liking them.

I want to be the one to make you happy. To make you forget about the pain and anger they caused. To make you forget about how much they hurt you. To help bring happiness back into your life. And to help you realise that there are more than one type of love. I want you to feel the same for me as I feel for you.

Feeling absolutely awful today. Genuinely hating myself. Just wanna be curled up in his arms right now.

I hate liars. Especially when they make people I care about feel like shit. Why lie about having a Tumblr or being with people? Why lie about the fact you’re going out? Why purposely say things that make the person you “love” feel like shit when you know that it doesn’t take much?! I hope you know you’re a fucking cunt and he deserves so much better than you.

Should I get blonde put back through my hair, or go back red?

In the mood to get completely shit-faced/high/off my face.