ruins your lungs
dries out all your tears
leaves you lying awake at 4 in the morning
wishing you weren’t alive c.c. (via hungerasylum)
Do you ever wonder about how an author would describe you in a novel? Not only your appearance but the way you talk and laugh and hold yourself and all the expressions on your face?
do you ever have a plan for the day and suddenly it’s 4pm and you’ve achieved literally nothing
i’m not like other girls. actually, i’m nothing like other girls. and that girl u saw get on the bus earlier isn’t like other girls either. it’s surprising, really. it’s almost as if everybody is different from each other. holy shit
I hate when I smile at a stranger and they don’t smile back I’m doing this for you fucker