I just want cute bras, nice tattoos and a chance to see the world.
Suddenly you’re 21 and you’re screaming along in the car to all the songs you listened to when you were sad in middle school and everything is different but everything is good.
watching the sun set in an outdoor bath could cure any sadness in the world
give me one of these omgg
Never, never tell them. Try and remember that. Never tell anyone anything ever. Never tell anyone anything again.
You’re like a child; everything seems real to you. But for me, all this is like a dream, a dream dreamed by someone else.
you know that unexplainable sickish feeling where youre not really sick and you dont really have a headache but you just feel wrong and you cant get comfortable or find something that youre really into but you kinda feel too ill to sleep or eat its like your body saying “i dont know what i want you to do but this isnt it”
Hey friends, this is a symptom of anxiety.
compliment a girl on something other than her looks
Note to self: every time you were convinced you couldn’t go on, you did.
(107/365) by (DS)
i really, really like this.