I told you that I loved you more. I fucking told you so.
Note to self: every time you were convinced you couldn’t go on, you did.
When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
so i was in the bus with this granny by my side when we spotted two girls kissing by the bus stop. the granny turned to me and said “these girls are so pretty. at their age i was pretty ugly. well, maybe that’s why i had to marry a man” i almost died omg
whenever somebody says like “so what did you do today?” just look off into the distance and say “the right thing”
I think…if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.
I don’t care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I didn’t get lost in you, I fucking drowned.