I’ve spent my 18 years of life trying to be okay with the fact that humans fade in and out of each others’ lives. No matter how I think about it, I can’t make it sound romantic or poetic. To those who have already passed through my life and to those who eventually will: I love you. I miss you. The back door will always be unlocked if you ever feel like coming home.
one day I’ll make you proud.
god created the world in 7 days well it took 9 months to create me so clearly i’m a big deal
have u ever been in that situation when u have to give advice to the person you love about the person they love
That’s fucking ridiculous. No one should have to wait 458 days for their fucking LUGGAGE.
The worst part about being there for everybody is that no one ever bothers to ask if you’re okay or not