That moment when someone who’s interested in talking to me likes shitty music. Like, why me? My first instinct is to just say fuck that. -.-

I’ve been sitting in front of my webcam for the past hour just sitting her analyzing my face. Ugh, I feel so self absorbed and self-conscious. I’ve been critiquing every aspect of my face, wondering if anyone ever envied or adored me for a certain quality. I’m so wrapped up in this materialistic world where looks matter, and it’s driving me insane. I need to learn to lift my chin and ignore “the standards”. I understand that this is a world of fame and beauty, but maybe if I can just be oblivious to that shit I wouldn’t be so self defeating.

piecesoflogic:

Person L - Wooden Soldiers

#ferriswheel #amusementpark (Taken with instagram)

Things I find strangely pretty: dust swimming in the afternoon sun.

 Joyce Manor | Beach Community

I realize it’s true, everything reminds me of you.

the-absolute-best-posts:

Young Korra, playing around, being fascinated and loving life.