• me: tumblr is so depressing.
• me: there's a cute relationship i'll never have
• me: food i can't make
• me: why can't i be that pretty
• me: I WANT THOSE CLOTHES
• me: wow just bring up those old feelings, thanks
• me: why do i even come on here??
• me: scroll
• me: scroll
• me: ooo reblogging that

I’m not a Tumblr famous. I love it when a red number appears above my inbox icon. If someone followed me, I smile and it makes me happy. When I lose a follower, I ask myself why. When someone hates me, only few people comfort me. When I make a text post, I seldom have notes for it. Almost all of my posts are reblogged from other users. When I hold an honesty hour, you can count with your fingers the people who ask. But despite the fact that I have not much follower count, I am proud of my blog. Why? Because the person who is reading this right now chose to follow me. :) I love you followers.

(Source: w-intersonata, via alwayskirakira)