Por qué será que nos da vergüenza decir quien nos gusta? Es eso algo malo? Por qué le tememos tanto al rechazo que preferimos sufrir en silencio? Por qué sentimos miedo al rechazo, si hay una probabilidad de que no nos rechacen y la perdemos por miedo? Por qué el miedo nos gana al punto de hacernos perder oportunidades?

meowrailsprite:

stormybabe:

ileliberte:

devildoll:

prrb:

lets play a game called “where the fuck is the next button in this theme”

that’s my second favorite game after “no, wait, THIS is the tiniest font i’ve ever seen”

And right up there with those two is the “am I going blind or is this dark purple type on a black background?” game.

Brought to you by the creators of “where is the pause button for the autoplay music”

Featuring “how the hell do I Reblog this”

doglets:

sext: sorry just got this text haha. do u still have a boner?