‘I’M JUST A KID AND LIFE IS A NIGHTMARE’ i scream at the age of 23 as i’m forced to make adult phonecalls

don’t tell me to calm down I’ll throw a fucking desk at your face

if i was a frog and you were a frog would you let me be a guest on your lily pad yes or no

The less people you chill with , the less bullshit you deal with.

I’m a professional overthinker

A lot of people have the wrong idea about me and I have no desire to clear shit up.

End things before they end you.

There are some things people don’t tell you when you’re in high school. And it has to do with what’s important and what doesn’t matter at all. And that B you got on that one final exam is one of the things that does not matter. Your first kiss isn’t that big of a deal. You’re not going to remember who you did or didn’t dance with at homecoming sophomore year. You’re also not going to remember the order you got picked for kickball in gym class. The things you should remember are actually people. Like the girl who sat next to you on the bus when you didn’t know anyone else. Or the guy who walked you home from that party you shouldn’t have even gone to. Or the person who took a weeks worth of notes for you when you were out sick. Because the bad memories aren’t going to matter, but the good people always do.

This photo makes me feel weird. Look these hands. Look this innocence, that pureness. I mean something terrible happens to humans when they’re growing up.

say it with your eyes