Mind Of The Wicked

i feel so bad and then the end

“Okay”

it’s crazy how much one person can fuck you up

Do you ever wonder how much you exist in other people’s lives? I’m always curious if people think of me when a certain song comes on, or when they pass through a certain town. I wonder how many stories I’ve been a part of that I may have forgotten. I wonder if I still I exist in the minds of people that I don’t speak to anymore. I wonder how many times a day I pass through someone’s head.

being ignored and not told why is the worst simply because you’re left to wallow in pity and overthink what you might have done wrong

LIKING SOMEONE IS SO STRESSFUL

OMFG

i’m basically a clingy needy piece of shit that just wants to cuddle and to sleep and to watch stupid movies and to make out with you. oh and i also want you to play with my hair until i fall asleep

I could be so fucking good to you.