I would love to wake up on my birthday and be surrounded by balloons like this. You can’t have a bad day when you wake up to a shit ton of balloons. It’s impossible. Blue, turquoise, silver, and lime green ones would be ideal.
It’s sex, right? And even fifty years from now, I’m guessing it’s a still a really big deal. It’s awkward and threatening. And thrilling. But, in a way, it’s like sex is the easy part. Giving your heart to somebody. that’s the scary part.
(Source: imma-mad-gummi-fan)
Brooke: ”That’s what I’m afraid of. Not being enough. Not good enough. Not smart enough. Not pretty enough.”
(Source: isleptwithsomeoneinfalloutboy)
About me
Chelsea. 22. Chicago. Ask if you want more :]
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