The hardest part about walking away from someone is the part where you realize that, no matter how slowly you go, they will never run after you.
and you don’t want me, and maybe that’s why I started kissing strangers
Our bodies could be skin on skin and I’d still pull you closer.
fuck depression. there’s nothing more insidious than a disorder that tricks lovely people into believing they are worthless.
It’s time I started loving myself.
Let in the people you love.
Bad taste? Excuse me just because he doesn’t look like Dylan o’brien or some shit?
If you think someone who calls you pretty everyday, is funny, himself, and makes you happy and feel good about yourself bad taste than I apologize that i don’t give a fuck what you think