bambibleeds

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i’m a brown eyed baby.

I need a person that feels like home >>

I hate when I say I want to be genuinely loved and someone starts talking about self love. No, I want to be loved by someone else. I want to know what it feels like when someone truly cares about you and thinks about you all the time. I want someone to be obsessed with me. I want someone to overthink when I don't text back in 0.0001 seconds. I want to be the person they're reminded of whenever they see anything beautiful. I want to be that person that makes their face light up when my name pops up on their screen. I want to be the person they call at any slightest inconvenience. I want to be someone they look at and wish to spend the rest of their lives with. I want to be loved the way I love others. Is that too much to ask?

i’m fixing myself because i undestand sometimes i am the problem too.

“this reminded me of you” is my favorite thing to hear

I want one person to do everything with

My mom

If only he knew how many posts I reblog for him on Tumblr

☆ It's okay though cause I'm cute and funny ☆

“I always find my thoughts wandering back to you.”

— Unknown

16 likes on tiktok is embarrassing but 16 likes on tumblr is like winning a grammy

turns out my chronic tummy aches were because i have celiac disease....oops

can u believe…there are people…who get loved everyday…..by someone who truly cares about them and their wellbeing…and they dont doubt for one second that they’re loved….amazing

i need something beautiful and romantic to happen to me NOW

ʚɞ

in another life, maybe i wasn't so ugly ୨୧

"late nights in the middle of June"

if you ever catch me falling in love please slap me as hard as u can

Ada Limón, , from a poem titled "It Begins with the Trees," featured in The Hurting Kind: Poems

"sweet girl" "honey" "baby doll" "sweetheart" AUGHHHHHHH kiss me rn

I hate when I’m excited to tell someone something and they get annoyed like I don’t even wanna tell you anymore 😔😒

ᵃ ᵖⁱᵉᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʳᵃᵖᵖᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵖⁱᵉᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵉ

not to be dramatic but I love biceps. like thank you for existing. thank you for flexing. thank you for ruining my life respectfully.

It’s not about giving her the world, it’s about making her feel like she’s the only one in it.

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Tbh, i get over shit pretty quickly i just have to be dramatic first

"for you, i would" is such a gentle and sweet love language like no maybe i wouldn't usually do this but i would love to do it if it would make you happy.

Me the second someone is visibly annoyed at me