do you ever want to punch yourself in the face for liking someone a lot
Idk why I keep getting sad over people that don’t give a shit about me.
-you smell different when you’re awake
-please help me (then smile as if nothing happened)
-you have lovely skin, I can’t wait to wear it
-your hair tastes like strawberries
-he knows, don’t go home.
-I always knew you would die in my arms
-every time I poop I think of you
-no one will ever believe you
-I killed mufasa
-I bet you didn’t feel me lick your ear
-mother told me it would be like this
I get more offended when my friends get hurt than when I get hurt, and it certainly is easier helping them than myself!
growing up i always thought that quicksand was going to be a much bigger problem than it turned out to be