I broke up with satan. :(
It was adding to much stress to my life.
Im sad because I dont want to hurt him.
And he’s angry because people have been talking shit
Everyone else seems to know more about me than I do.
BLACK = I would date you.
GREEN = I think you’re cute.
BLUE = You are my tumblr crush.
GREY = I wish you would notice me.
PURPLE = I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
TEAL = We have a lot in common.
YELLOW = FUCK ME.
ORANGE = I don’t like your blog.
BROWN = I don’t like you.
PINK = I think you are unattractive.
RED = I hate you with a burning passion.
WHITE = MARRY ME.
NONE: nobody likes you
I feel like because I was raised with a military father I’ve become very good at being sneaky. I know where people are in the house because of the sounds, I watch for their shadows, and I use reflections in mirrors and picture frames. Im good at being really quiet and I know how to maneuver a dark room without making a sound. Am I the only one who does this?