Hannah Mae.

17 vodka shots later and your name still hurts.

She was the kind of girlfriend God gives you young, so you’ll know loss the rest of your life.

as an introvert, once u find someone that u enjoy spending time with just as much as u like being alone, that’s a big fucking deal.

What to say during sex

it never fails for me to get all lovey dovey when i’m drunk

Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and fergalicious

“I miss you.” He said to me. “I’m right here, what do you mean you miss me?” He looked sad, as if he was grieving the loss of a person. “I just miss you.” I couldn’t understand how someone could miss you while you stood right next to them. I couldn’t understand how or why he would say that. That was until I was crying on my bathroom floor begging God even though I didn’t believe in him, begging anyone to make this pain go away. It was then that I realized I missed me too.

Being funny is honestly the most ATTRACTIVE thing ever it’s a fact.

I was so angry. Not because we’d ended, or because things hadn’t worked out the way I’d hoped. I wasn’t angry because I loved him so much that I’d given up half of my dreams for him. It wasn’t even because he’d tainted every memory I had, every ounce of happiness I’d allowed myself - not because he’d taken the light and cast shadows everywhere. I was angry because I’d tried so hard to make things work. Because I’d given so much of myself to something that must have been doomed from the start. I was angry because I’d allowed myself to love a person who would never have understood that love. I was angry because I’d broken my own heart.