Come with me we’re going laughing

reblog this to remind the person you reblogged it from that theyre loved

can I kill myself not like permanently just like a day to make a statement on how upset I am

‘no one is coming to save you’ okay fine I agree but can I even get a hug at least

Everything is so rushed. People in their twenties complaining about being old, sped up songs, sped up videos, too many things to do in such a short time. We have lost the art of lingering.

me leaving teethmarks on you is like a love branding... you're mine now

Hickeys across my boobs hello!

There's an unhealthy amount of yearning in me and I need to take it out on someone

walking around the dashboard at four in the morning stepping on all the creaking posts loud as fuck

“how to get rid of smile lines” my god you people hate everything

ugh (with want)

some distances are necessary, not wanted

I’m one of one. No copies, no competition.