I mean, I hope you’re happy,
But the sky is still the sky without you,
And I’m not surprised by that anymore.
i always wonder what the next big serial killer will be like
Learning to let go should be learned before learning to get. Life should be touched, not strangled. You’ve got to relax, let it happen at times, and at others move forward with it.
Is this an original thought or am I just remembering it, a novel by me
i hate pants that make it look like i have a boner when i sit but then i remember im a girl but i still worry that somebody will think i have a boner
Do… Girls really worry about this?