too good to be true

You come back here to feel like everything's still the same and nothing has changed

I open tumblr every now and then أدور على شي كان موجود زمان و الآن راح thinking that I might find it again but I never do.

I like boys with big noses and dark hair and sweet eyes with little wrinkles around them when they smile.

I decided to give up on tumblr. It's just not 2012 anymore, and I can't even add a title to my posts like wtf

I'm going through a quarter life crisis

Everything gets better, just wait.

It's not fucking fair it's so not fair fuck this I'm done fuck everyone and everything.

And I'm stuck talking to these empty walls about it because God forbid anyone knows that life fucking suck and I get nothing but shit and more shit every fucking day even though I'm the one that deserves it the least.

You give and you give and you get nothing in return