You think ‘Okay, I get it, I’m prepared for the worst’, but you hold out that small hope, see, and that’s what fucks you up. That’s what kills you.
Even though the rain
Washes away all of the
Chalk on the sidewalk,
I hope all of these memories—
Stay with you until we grow old.
im waiting for the day i can use this as a reaction image and confuse everyone for a good 5-30 seconds before they get it
Why do people need other people so much? Why can’t we just do our work and go home? Why do we have to talk and touch and dream together?
always remember that your favorite band member has probably masturbated
shoutout to those three followers who like and reblog literally everything you post
plucking your eyebrows is legitimately very stressful because you pull out one wrong hair and it’s game over