what i want for Christmas is: - ariana grande’s moonlight perfume
- dwt x kid 🍊 hoodie from urban outfitters
-dean ambrose signed wrestlemania plaque — im probably getting the cheapest or none of these idrk😫
I hate love. Not because ‘someone broke my heart when I was 14 and haven’t trusted anyone since’. But because it keeps you up all night thinking; about the past before that person came into your life, about the present and all the moments you are sharing together, and about the future and all the possibilities, even the painful ones. You get tidal waves of nausea when you’re around, or even merely thinking about that person. Your knees weaken and your legs turn to jelly. Fires ignite in your cheeks, turning your face beet red, as if all your stuttering and stammering and awkward stares weren’t enough to embarrass you. You can’t do anything without wanting them around, losing all your concentration. Your heart does that thing where it’s beating so fast that it feels like it’s either not there or has stopped altogether. I hate love. Not because I got hurt, but because it’s inconvenient.