have you ever sat with your friends and just known that you’re the least important friend in the group and you feel like it wouldn’t make a difference whether you were there or not
20 years from now, I won’t be laying in his bed, or smelling his scent on his pillow
15 years from now, I won’t be holding his hand or showering him with love
10 years from now, I won’t be smiling
5 years from now I won’t be happy
a year from now, I don’t think I’ll make it.
my internet hiccuped when i scrolled down to this and i thought it was the disappearing mango from australia set to fire.
what on earth
That’s very accurate
attempting to hide your desperate need for breath after a short flight of stairs
we’re going to look back at events like this when we’re older and be so embarrassed it was even an issue.
I must have reblogged this like ten times by now