”if u like someone just tell them!!” yeah sure goodbye
so other than that, mrs. lincoln, how was the play
kiss me hard before you go
Waves | Magic Man
We’ll forget the past, dear
And learn to live for this
accept death. befriend death. take death out for dinner. marry death. marry a death who reads
not killing myself is a personal achievement but you cant really brag about that at dinner parties
“i don’t remember the last time i felt like i could breathe theres a fucking hole in my chest where my lungs and heart should be i have this constant feeling that I’m bursting into flames and then the wind storms in and scatters my ashes over and over how is it possible i can feel everything and nothing at once am i dead inside or in love with the world i don’t know what to do or who i am i don’t know anything anymore all i know is i don’t have much time left and I’m fading away why doesn’t anyone notice I’m going insane I’m not okay nothing is okay everything is going wrong and i can’t breathe i can’t breathe i can’t breathe”
I’m not alone.
You’re not alone.
the amount of concentration a person devotes to transporting an overly full cup of tea from kitchen to couch is directly proportionate to just how British you are