socks.

We actually have a bunch in common. And hey, since you like Sherlock, maybe you could stop by, and read my books? 
          
          
          Also, I don't know who the kid in your profile picture is, but they are ADORABLE.

You know, people used to text these things to me. I was always the one to end it because truly, I don’t want to be loved and I certainly don’t want to be popular. To that end, I may go so far as to say that I feel bad for the people who do send these things along, and I think I will because what the hell do I have to lose? Maybe I don’t want to “break the heart” of someone I love, but what stake do I have in someone’s heart being broken? It may sound mean, but one of my maybe three friends has been telling me for a year to stop being so nice to people I don’t particularly care about and just be honest. I am finally realizing the quality of this advise and I am taking this opportunity to be a more genuine person. I hope that whoever you are, you are not horribly offended. I am not going to send it on. I don’t really aspire to be popular. I aspire to be honest. And if you, a person who is “showering me with love” care at all about me (enough to shower me with love) then I hope you find it in your heart to forgive and even support me. You have sent this to a few people, who knows how many, but at least a few more than me, so maybe they’ll respond and you’ll be loved. 
          
          
          
          
          ...By the way, who starts these things?

I’ve had this thought for far too long and need to share it with the world. 
          
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          It’s obvious. You’re all thinking it. I’m just saying.

It’s Daniel James Howell’s birthday and there’s no one I can be supportive with so I talk to myself
          
          
          
          
          
          How appropriate

I painted one of my finger nails pink. It’s come to this. I don’t know how or why but it has come to this.

1979 by the smashing pumpkins is an amazing song. That will be all.

Would you rather kiss a hot cheerleader or a sweaty potato?

don't we all love mikey way's knees honestly

Yeast is air plankton-

Keep you’re existential crises out of my cornflakes, I’m not interested