I’m not a Tumblr famous. I love it when a red 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.
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I’m not a Tumblr famous. I love it when a red 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)
About me
to friends i'm sara, to family i'm sara kate. for me, writing things down is the best catharsis. my life hasn't been particularly trying or tragic, and for that i'm lucky. still, things get messy, and i accept that.
