that moment when someone’s really cute and smart and talented and sweet and passionate and funny and you’re just like “i only eat toast with jam”
when you’re so worried about what other people think that you can barely post on your blog.
so much internal conflict i can’t evennnn
my stomach hurts from all this worrying over something that d o e s n o t m a t t e r
falling slowly, boyce avenue cover of radioactive, bon iver, iron & wine, city and colour.
