i do not care about highschool or getting involved or making memories i want to pass my classes and get the fuck out
Who hurt you so much that you started to hate yourself?
I wish you were in this room with me right now. I wish I could put my arms around you. I wish I could touch you.
I want to make you feel so fucking happy that you forget every bit of sad in you
She was desperate and she was choosy at the same time and, in a way, beautiful, but she didn’t have quite enough going for her to become what she imagined herself to be.
u can tell a lot about a person by their background on their phones