Ich komm' ohne dich bestimmt bald besser klar.

just need a drink. or a cigarette. or perhaps even a sledgehammer to the back of the head

“what’s your five year plan” bro i wake up every day confused by the fact that i’m even alive

what doesn't kill you makes you stay on tumblr for 13 years and counting

a cool date would be laying in bed while u show me your favorite songs

I will let u in on a lil secret. i cannot accept the fact that i exist

in another universe, we ended up together and we lived happily ever after.

I'll be like "I'm okay" then sit in a dark room listening to music.

when its getting bad again but you can‘t talk to anybody about it so you lowkey just sit there and let your thoughts consume you

Thanks for being nice to me I’ll remember you forever

I would just like to publicly announce that I have no idea what I am doing