Expectation is the root of all heartache.
How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon. December is here before it’s June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?
Nina LaCour, Hold Still (via nofatnowhip)
I never realized what a big deal that was. How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.
remember when these pieces of shit were everywhere and they were the best thing ever