I like the curve of a ballerina’s foot. I like when boys are passionate about...– (via fuckoff-mondays)
Reblog if your name's not Rick.
gonna assume that everyone who scrolls right past this is named rick are not Rick.WHERE ARE YOU RICK!!!!!??? we’re never gonna find this bastard
I notice everything. And by everything, I literally mean everything. I notice when someone stops hitting me up like they used to. I notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing. I notice the little things that people do, and the little things they used to do. I notice when things change, and when it’s no longer the same. I notice every single little detail. I just don’t say anything.