I feel like if you bring me food without me knowing is a sign that I should I don’t know marry you
Artist Paul Ribera decided to ruin all of childhoods with warped and strung out versions of 90’s cartoons. Have fun trying to sleep ever again.
dear god no
You don’t need to buy me expensive things or take me out to dinner every night or even every weekend. I don’t need the world or want the world. I want the little things. If you push my hair out of face or rub my back. Or if you randomly kiss my cheek. Or text me randomly saying you miss me. Or if you make a tweet about me or post a picture of us. Then that’s all I care about. I want the little things. I care way more about that, than anything else.
I say that I “hate people” but really I’m just too lazy to say “My social anxiety makes me feel extremely uncomfortable and awkward around other people therefore I find it difficult to socialize with them.”
me when i’m not ok but I don’t want people to worry about me