I want someone to ignite my fire, be the one I’m always writing about, become the inspiration for my drawings, and be the reason for an entire different outlook.
S/o to those girls that grab dick in public.
I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.
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