July 18th, 2014 1:47a.m.

I’m not coming back home. I’m not going tomorrow. I don’t want to spend time with you. You have just made this year a lot easier for me and now that I’m okay. I don’t want to talk to you or see you anymore. Just forget about me. Just forget about us.

July 18th, 2014 1:50a.m.

Shit, I’m sorry. Wrong number.


Late night texts from a stranger (via tauutouu)

(via completelycollapsed)


every time i wear a band t-shirt i think someone will recognise it and we’ll talk and stuff

but no

(via completelycollapsed)




why does this make me feel mad

Because he’s considered powerful, and she’s considered a whore.

*shots fired*

(Source: the-best-shy-i-can-be, via camarand)

me looking at thing: yooooo
me looking at price: nooooo

"So many of us choose our path out of fear disguised as practicality"

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