We Don't live, We Just Survive.
“Your kiss feels like home and I’m so fucking homesick.”
I need to prove a point to my homophobic friend.I’m writing down the urls of everyone who reblogs this in a notebook, and will present it to my friend when it is sufficiently full.
You’re gonna need a bigger book
shout out to people who have seen you naked but you can still have regular conversations with
I hate that feeling you get when you’re about to go to bed, but then you lay down and start thinking about things. Who are your real friends? Who’s going to be there for you when you really need it? Are you worth it? Then you start to over think and you can’t stop and you think about everything that’s going on in your life and you feel like crying.
Making me jealous will only push me away from you. It won’t make me want you more. I’m not very competitive, if I see someone who’s making you a lot happier than I am, I’ll back up because I’ll assume you want that person a lot more. Although it’ll hurt seeing someone other than me make you happy, I’ll leave it to them to keep you entertained. I don’t like the feeling of being unwanted or being just second best. I’m a very jealous person and I hate it.