raise your hand if you’re tired and sad and wanna make out with a boy
Lana Del Rey songs make me feel sad and nostalgic about things that haven’t happened to me
what the fuck
these children died that day
Its ok if you dont laugh at my jokes cause ill laugh enough for the both of us
you know what’s fucked up?
that you can be without someone for six months, a year, five years and have mastered not thinking about them, but no matter how much time passes there will always be that moment where you see a photo of them or catch a little of their cologne on a crowed street and suddenly you’re plagued with a rapidly sinking stomach and the relentless question, “what did i do wrong?”
okay seriously being ugly is starting to really get on my nerves.