if u call me cute i’ll probably think about it for the next 3 years so don’t do that
Tragedy blows through your life like a tornado, uprooting everything. Creating chaos. You wait for the dust to settle and then you choose. You can live in the wreckage and pretend it’s still the mansion you remember, or you can crawl from the rubble and slowly rebuild.
Chemistry is you touching my arm and it setting fire to my mind.
A part of me dies every time no one gets my joke
true friends don’t judge each other
they judge other people
Opinions are like demo tapes, I don’t wanna hear yours.