the actual, physical ache you feel in your chest and in your bones when you’re so sad is fucking awful.
lately ive been noticing a lot of girls have awful self esteem and body image issues, i want to try an experiment. reblog this if you feel negatively about yourself in any way.
sometimes i see a boy and think “wow he’s hot” and then go on with my day as usual
but other times i see a boy and think “wow he’s hot” and then fantasize about him for like a week straight
(via “John John Denim Commercial”)
“WHERE’S MY SPEECH NOTES”
“WHERE. ARE. MY. SPEECH. NOTES.”
“I UHHHH. ORGANISED THEM.”
“WHY DO YOU NEED TO KNOW.”
“I NEED THEM”
“UH UH DON’T YOU THINK ABOUT PRACTISING THAT SPEECH TONIGHT I’VE BEEN PLANNING THIS DINNER FOR MONTHS”
“BUT AMERICA IS IN NEED”
“MY STOMACH IS IN NEED OF THAT FANCY DINNER.”
“YOU TELL ME WHERE MY SPEECH IS WOMAN THIS IS FOR INTERNATIONAL JUSTICE”
“I’M MICHELLE OBAMA. I INVENTED JUSTICE.”