The sad part is everyone is better off without me. They may not see it, but I do.
i actually make myself laugh really hard so if no one else laughs it doesnt matter because i already made the most important person in the room laugh
(Source: sighvevo)
He loved her in a subtle kind of way. It wasn’t the kind of love you see in movies, with swelling music and giant gestures and running through the streets to catch a departing train. It wasn’t the kind of love that Byron or Shakespeare wrote about, with flowery language and hyperbole and iambic pentameter. It was still and deep, like water that you might mistake for shallow if you just watched the surface. It was entirely his, not dependent on her own feelings for him, and it would still be there whether she, or him, or everyone else on the world disappeared. It was a subtle kind of love, but it was true.
i really wanna kiss you and be cute with you and fall asleep in your arms and go on stupid dates but i also sort of want to light you on fire and throw myself into traffic so idk
Cosmo Tip #455
When he asks if you’re in the mood, look him straight in the eye for a moment and then say “Bitch, I might be.”
I just want to stop caring and stop crying.
This is just the beginning: 17
She was only 17. She thought she knew what life was all about. Her thoughts were deep and dark. She lived her life in a deep half-sleep half-awake daze. Her thoughts made her tired. Then one day, she thought like it was time to be bold. This bold action she took brought him closer. She never…
