can people stop telling me how fucking white i am? i know. now fuck off.
Those nights when everything makes you doubt yourself, and things just unravel. Things you never thought would, things that you thought would always be there. And then all of a sudden they’re not anymore. And all you’re left with is this curiosity of what you can even offer anyone anymore, if you can even offer anything, since no one wants to take it.
who the fuck needs them.
fallen so unbelievably in love with someone’s voice.
i just heard a blood curdling scream coming from my sisters room so i ran in there all worried and she looks up from her laptop and whispered, “i liked one of his photos from 2009”