(Source: fuckyeahlordoftherings)
My lack of emotional maturity enables me to have completely fulfilling relationships with bottles of alcohol and fictional characters.
It takes a lot for me to show my body anywhere, a few of you can attest to that.
I had a boyfriend who made slight comments in reference to my weight and how I could “stand to workout more.” Since then it has been the longest struggle with how I look, how I feel I look, etc. From eating disorders to being afraid to show my body to boys whom I loved, these slight remarks definitely affected how I lived my life for a period of time. I’m also terribly self-conscious about my Italian-German body hair “issue” but that’s another story.
But this is me. And I’m sorry for this didactic post, but maybe it’s time for people to know this about me. I’m coming to terms with being okay with me.
This is me. Love it or leave it.
OH. HI.
(via dailyzqphoto)
ZQ w/ a canvas shopping bag on his shoulder is too adorable~!
I don’t normally have a thing for feet…but I find myself developing a thing for HIS feet.







