
I'm Lindsey. I'm an 20 year old girl living in the south where I don't belong. I love to read and write although I don't do much of either anymore. My heart belongs to my best friend. I have a cat named Oliver and I love him to death. I'm shy and weird but that's the way I've always liked it.


(Source: a-bstruse, via prettygirlfromdisgusta)

there once was a boy with a last name for his first. i had never seen him smile. but i had longed to know everything about him. after three and a half years of some of the best days of my life and many of the worst, i had grown more attached to him than anything or anyone i had ever known. he’s insensitive. he sleeps through the afternoon. his arms give me neck cramps and he’s got an uncomfortable chest. he boasts. he’s better than me at everything. in his mind he can never be wrong. he has a short temper. he only wants one kid and makes fun of my pudgy waist. the more i say stop the more he’s inclined to keep tickling me, and when i want him to care the most, he neglects what’s most important to me. but i wouldn’t trade him for anything. he is my world.