If I was Nathan’s girlfriend I would make it my mission to make him feel comfortable about his body, at least around me. Every morning after waking up, I would tell him how handsome he really was and how lucky I was to have him. I would kiss every fucking imperfect spot on his body until he realized that it’s the little imperfections that make us perfect.
Sometimes when Nathan and Ariana sang live I just laugh so hard at their cute little competition like, “Oh, babe, I can out sing you,” and “baby, I can sing it better than you” and they begun to sing and scream and do this vocal flipping gymnastic and stare at each other challengingly.
You never know if someone needs this. Reblog this, even if its not your ‘blog type’. Just do it.
Yes, please reblog
Do it. Now.
i sat here and thought about reblogging this or not but then i realized how many peoplefeel suicidal, and i have too its not dan and phil but i could honestly care less, bc i rather have someone not die then make sure i strictly stay to my ‘blog type’