your tumblr is one of those things that you want everyone to see but at the same time you never want to show it to anyone
'hey what's your otp'
i put my hands in my pockets casually, giving a nervous laugh. ‘w-what’s an otp’ i stutter. i take my hand out of my pocket to brush my hair back smoothly. a list falls out of the pocket. it begins to roll. it is going on seven blocks now. i begin to cry.
what if the internet closed at midnight
I think OTPs are subconsciously what we want in relationships
this shit hit me like a train
i will: check out your blog, be your friend, help you, tell you which font i used
i will not: follow you back on request, ignore your message, tell you which psd i used unless you ask me off anon
i use photoshop cs5; my previous url is everdeenflame; i track tag hawthorrn