One day you’ll meet a guy. And ultimately, he’s going to find out. How you chew, how you sip, how you dance, how you smell at every point in the day. The fact that most of your friends are shallow. How your face looks underneath all your makeup. How you love chocolate, how you can be hyper at times, how certain games and shows make you really happy. How cranky you can get when you’re tired, how you think you look bad in all your photos. He’s going to know everything about you. And you know what? He’s still going to love you.
People don’t look at your personality first. People judge you automatically by your looks and then try to get to know your personality. But the second they don’t like your looks, they don’t get to know you. That’s how reality is.
When someone finishes their work before you do
I don’t care if it’s a phone call or a text.
ohfuckyeahitsjason:
As long as I get the chance to talk to you, then I’m happy.
(via hoyraythebear)