The truth is that I’m genuinely a shy, socially awkward, introverted person. At a big party, I’m like Bambi in the headlights. I feel a pressure when I’m meeting new people because I’m aware of their expectations.That makes socializing difficult. Which isn’t to say that when I’m in a small group and around my friends, I don’t love to dance and be extroverted. I am just extremely self-conscious in public.




Getting really frustrated with this boy thinking he’s ugly because his classmates told him that in school. What if we all believed the shit people said about us when we were teenagers? You’re a grown up now, Ed, and you’re fucking hot. Why do we post so many photos and gifs of you on tumblr? These things are silent. We like to look at you. That guitar has nothing to do with how blue your eyes are or how perfectly shaped your mouth is or the way you stand with this casual little slouch that is so captivating. I’m sorry we weren’t there to point these things out when you were younger, but that doesn’t mean they’re not true. 

Somebody freaking tell him he’s hot before I have to rewrite “Little Things” and include a line about orange stubble. 

god bless