do you ever get in those moods where you don’t know how to feel and everything kinda feels mixed up and you’re just sitting there alone in your room trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with you
When is a monster not a monster?
Oh, when you love it.
Wasn’t that the definition of home? Not where you are from, but where you are wanted.
WHY AM I SO ATTRACTED TO BOYS WITH MESSY HAIR WHO LOOK LIKE THEY HAVENT SLEPT IN 72 HOURS
|me:||i don't even care. i'm not going to talk about this anymore.|
|me:||and you know what else? [2000 word rant]|
*buys kinky bra for looking hot in front of the mirror at 3am by yourself*