screaming and not screaming.

I feel so miserable in jersey.

that beauty is found everywhere, and it doesn’t take a amazingly attractive model-type as a boyfriend or girlfriend to make you happy, and they’re really just unattainable people. you’re never going to really find them in real life. 

oh except for the fact that I can endlessly reblog millions of insanely physically beautiful people. so maybe there are plenty of them out there and odds are, one of them could fall in love with me, and also not be a vapid doof. 

oh and I’ve met a couple hundreds of them, so people can also look like that of the internet.  

(this has been my shallow thought of the day.)  

there are plenty of fish in the sea, and a lot of them are pretty too.