I want you.

I want you.

(Source: ginger-snapped)

cross my heart and hope to die - but I always stay with you one more night…

fuckyeahvintagediary:

Elie Saab Haute Couture FW 2009, Anna Selezneva

fuckyeahvintagediary:

Elie Saab Haute Couture FW 2009, Anna Selezneva

(via models-gone-wild)

I’ve been so bummed over the past couple of days. I have my reasons — but I’d rather just block them from my reality because talking about it only makes things worse. Ignorance really is bliss. I hate when I get into these funks because it’s incredibly lonely. Lord knows I have so many loving people around me and I really shouldn’t feel this way, ever. But I can’t help it. My anxiety is on overload and I feel like I might cry at any second. I need reassurance…Or at the very least, a loving hug. Or maybe I just want to feel like I actually mean something to someone and not in the conventional, “you’re fun” kinda way. Something real this time. I’m just so tired of constantly feeling like a very easily replaceable option.