tumblr famous: fuck stop sending me messages
me: omfg 1 message someone actually wants to talk to me

I’m not a Tumblr famous. I love it when a read number appears above my inbox icon. If someone followed me, I smile and it makes me happy. When I lose a follower, I ask myself why. When someone hates me, only few people comfort me. When I make a text post, I seldom have notes for it. Almost all of my posts are reblogged from other users. When I hold an honesty hour, you can count with your fingers the people who ask. But despite the fact that I have not much follower count, I am proud of my blog. Why? Because the person who is reading this right now chose to follow me. :) I love you followers.

(Source: w-intersonata)

go look :)