A/N: I’m a bit anxious about this because I feel like I did really good on this but i don’t know. Guess you’ll guys have to tell me. And if you believe it is good enough, maybe I’ll make it into a fanfic?
P.S. sorry for the different POVS.
"The Loner" is what I’m called. At the…
boom clap the sound of my thighs, they clap when im just walking
how it that bad in any way?
oh what i said sounded bad didnt it huh, no like i get pumped and i scream sing and dance
i suck at dancing tho so more of shake uncontrollably and when my friends see they say ‘really ariana grande’ as if it’s a bad thing, shes not a bad artist at like all shes really talented.
how many times do i have to reblog you before you notice i wanna talk to you
Today this girl in class looked different because she had straightened her hair and I told her it was so pretty and straight and she goes “unlike me”. So me thinking that she has bad self esteem, I say “don’t say that. You’re pretty.” To which she replies “oh no, im pretty. I’m just not straight.” And I shit you not my stomach still hurts from laughing too hard.
*bastille voice* how am i gonna be an optimist about this
well if you close your eyes
how can one
You can never
get enough of
Just embrace it, man
and enjoy with the rest of us