Jen. 18. Music. Cuddling. Writing. Movies. Art. Family. Friends. Traveling.
None of you EVER kill yourselves because I refuse to see another friend in a coffin until I’m at least 65.
This shit sucks
a kid from my school sent me a pic an elaborate painting of atticus finch shirtless smoking a blunt while a colt 45 is being poured on him along with a text that read “hot dad 2: dad harder” and this is the closest thing to a sext I have ever received
You neglected to mention the Tupac and Biggie cherubs how dare you.
look there’s a lot going on here it makes perfect sense that they’d forget some details
Admittedly spent too much time being sad and incredibly ridiculous this summer. I don’t really know what got into me, but all I know is that I’m really truly lucky to have all the friends that I do, I’m going to spend the rest of this summer getting myself back into a mentally stable place, and I’m so fucking stoked to see what this next school year has to bring. Sophomore year is gonna fucking rock.
Bullshit you fucking miss me
There I said it I guess I’ll talk to you in a few months
have you ever just looked at someone and thought, my fucking god i adore you. i adore every goddamn ounce. i adore your bones and your soul. but I’m a loser, who just doesn’t wanna lose you. i can lose fucking everything, but not you. oh god. not you.