I don’t like when people are heartbroken. It seriously makes me want to talk to you until I have you laughing until your ribs hurt, or smiling until your cheeks sting, or just until you acknowledge the fact that things do get better. I just want to be best friends with anyone who has a bruised, battered, or broken heart, and I want to show you that it’s possible for a stranger to come along and to make you see things in a different light.
It’s 12 am and all I want is to be tangled up in my sheets with you.
MY OPINION ON THINGS CHANGE FREQUENTLY AS I LEARN MORE STUFF ABOUT THE THING PLEASE DO NOT HOLD ME ACCOUNTABLE FOR SOMETHING I SAID THREE YEARS AGO
have you ever stopped liking somebody that you liked a lot and suddenly notice that they are a shitty person and realize how blinded you were by how much you liked them
Ever accidentally throw something away and then later realize you actually needed it? Haha i did this with my life