I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.
Louis and Eleanor, Toronto.
May 29th 2012 (x)):
Jealous!
tyra banks: 10 beautiful ladies stand before me
tyra banks: but i only have nine pictures in my hands
tyra banks: and they're all of me
tyra banks: lol
I remember after i met Joe Jonas i felt so special because he like never put his arms around people at their hips but on their shoulders. So i was like “asjfjergkalejrkgaefjgvnsdf JOE HAD HIS HAND ALL 2 INCHES FROM MY ASS!!!”




