- tattoos
- travelling
- lingerie
- a hitman willing to take out trump
- concert tickets
Do you ever just realize how not okay you are? Like you’re fine for a little and then it just hits you and you’re overwhelmed with sadness and you’re just sitting there like “oh… ok”
life may be rough but boobs are really really soft
life may be rough but boobs are really really soft
“Please don’t hold back on me. Tell me that you miss me. Tell me that you stayed up late cause you couldn’t stop thinking about me, about us. Tell me about the dreams you have with me. Tell me about the way I make you happy. Don’t pretend to have no feelings. Love is not a weakness, and if it is, let’s all be weak, let’s all tell people why they mean so much to us.”— falling-apartt
(via wnq-writers)
Me: *gets anxious*
Me: chillMe: *gets jealous*
Me: chillMe: *overthinks*
Me: chillMe: *gets clingy*
Me: chill
