The worst part about being there for everybody is that no one ever bothers to ask if you’re okay or not
"Melt your heart by remembering grace."
following back tons♡
do u ever just look at your hand
friday at school i heard some girl in the hall way scream “FOR THE LAST TIME BITCH IM LESBIAN IM NOT TRYING TO STEAL YOUR BOYFRIEND HE SMELLS LIKE KETCHUP ANYWAYS”
"Call me at 4 am, and tell me it’s because you want to hear my voice."
"I want to be the person you’re scared to lose."
maybe i build walls to see who cares enough to break them down.
if someone wants to come cuddle w/ me in bed and listen to my problems and watch lame movies with me and eat pizza u are welcome to
my dad just recently learned about “omg”