Chelsea Jean. 20 years old. ISFJ.
Absolutely entirely in love with my
skinny Noodle boy.
fat [and loving it]. feedee. gainer. ommetaphobic. human. broken.
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I was telling Michael that sometimes I feel like I’m a waste of his time and he rolled over and said, “How could you be wasting my time? You’re here with me!” so I told him that it’s because that’s basically how I always feel and he said, “Aw. You’re not a waste of my time. You’re not a waste of anything.” and I can’t explain why, but I was instantaneously sobbing. Why does my brain work this way?