Think it would be more accurate to call it ‘mismatched love’ rather than ‘unrequited love’.
it’s 2014 why do boys still think girls like the smell of axe
idk bout u but i love the smell of an axe in my hands. smells like wood polish and cold iron. smells like power and fear.
Or maybe boys wear axe for themselves and don’t need to do things for women’s approval.
Lending your phone to your friend like
“I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling”
"heichou.. please don’t go"
doodling crybaby eren and levi :3
I threw away the idea of relying on others. That way, I could survive on my own. I’d be okay on my own. If I died, nobody would be sad. But that kind of life is lonely.
Those K-pop idols that look like threatening cold blooded killers you’d run into in a dark alleyway but in reality they’re sugary gumdrop princesses mixed with dash of awkward.