amytheapothecary

sometimes i help a stranger because someone i love is a stranger to someone else. i hope the strangers take care of the people i love.

whoa.

This reminds me of the time I told my (7 year old) siblings I was going to sell them to "The Purple Guy" because they were getting on my nerves. They told our parents and I got yelled at

on my hands and knees BEGGING for the rest of this fic

people who grew up with money will deadass look you in the eye and ask if you’ve ever gone skiing

this. but with golf as well

Where do we live though?

up in a mansion.

it’s always either “if someone doesn’t text me I’ll die right now” or “if someone texts me ill fucking kill myself”

(to the tune of skeleton appreciation day) phone phone phone, where’d i put my phone

hanging out with family is sooo weird. what do I say to you

they should invent a heart that doesn't try to break out of your ribcage when you attempt to talk to anyone

you look like you can hear the difference between the normal album and the new normal. faggot

it's different in a way i can't explain to anyone who is mentally stable