“And I’ve taken a couple of pills a few times, and it’s not great, I know, but it’s not that big of a deal.”
shall i compare thee to a summer’s day? too hot, hot damn
And I know I say I’m over you, but I’m really not. I would like to think I am so I think if I keep reminding myself that I am over you, and that I’m happy without you one day I’ll believe it. But in reality I’m not over you and I miss you so much. I miss your cute lil texts, I miss your adorable smile, and laugh. I miss our stupid little fights when we’d get jealous over stupid little things and I just really miss being able to call you mine. And to be able to hold you, and kiss you, and cuddle you, whenever my heart desires. I miss being able to call you when I’m having a bad day because I know you’ll instantly make me feel better. I miss coming to you for advice on things and I miss getting the best advice from you. I miss telling you about my day, and everything that happened in my day. I just fucking miss you and there’s nothing I can do but sit here and cry I know but God damn I want you back so fucking bad and let me tell you I would do anything to have you back, but you’re happy and that’s all I’ve ever wanted for you. So if you’re happier without me I’ll get over it one day. It won’t be anytime soon, but eventually I will be okay and I’ll be able to smile and actually mean it.
I fucking miss you, but you don’t care (via babyleft)
During the day we act like everything is fine, but at night you can’t pretend anymore. At night you’re alone, so you’re not afraid to show who you really are.
(via kissedby-suicide)
Apparently at my niece’s school the girls have started chanting “underwear” during class anytime they see a boy’s boxers from his pants being too low to protest against the teachers dress coding them for bra straps.
I’m laughing too hard to respond to my sister.
DO NOT YELL AT ME FOR SAYING SORRY TOO MUCH BECAUSE I WILL ACCIDENTALLY APOLOGIZE EVEN MORE AND SORRY
Nothing hurts more than realizing he meant everything to you, but you meant nothing to him.
Daniel Radcliffe walking 12 dogs while smoking a cigarette
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