his arm is wrapped around me. his head is on my shoulder. he is holding me close. perfection

i’ve been straightening my hair every single day since the sixth grade. that is 2192 days of damage to my hair. not to mention all of the beach, stains, color, and who knows what other chemicals i’ve put in my hair. my hair isn’t growing any more. it is just breaking off. and with my hair being thin and not having a lot of hair it is not good. i have made a decision to stop straightening my hair, unless i have to look professional for work. my hair is naturally curly and i’ve used products to tame the frizz a little. i like it, i feel like my hair is healthier, and it is a lot less time spent on my hair. hate it, love it, i really don’t care, just saying.

I am absolutely head over heals in love with this adorable red head.

his kisses give me butterflies and make my knees weak. my friends think I am crazy but I am most deffinately in love.

bittersweetirony:

• smile until jaw feels like breaking
• make seizure-like body movements
• make random hand gestures
• if alone, scream loudly
• if not alone, scream internally
• if doesn’t care, scream anyway
• run around the house then back
• weep
• weep but don’t let tears fall
• make some ugly noises that are actually supposed to sound happy
• hug something
• claw something
• pull hair
• sigh
• try saying something but turns out incoherent no matter what
• just shake head if unsure of what to exactly do

(via petewentz-)

(Source: nabile, via saturnine-martial-lunatic)

so, I am at my boyfriend’s house. laying in his bed next to him. we are alone. and he is on craigslist. not a normal teenage boy. not going to complain though. :)