you can pretend like i dont exist but i still made you whimper like a little bitch when you were about to cum
what if tattoos just randomly appeared on our skin at key points in our lives and we had to figure out what they meant for ourselves
Before you know it it’s 3 am and you’re 80 years old and you can’t remember what it was like to have 20 year old thoughts or a 10 year old heart.
— This is the scariest fucking text post I’ve ever read (via fuckinq)
Everything, in the end, comes down to timing. One second, one minute, one hour, could make all the difference.
— Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby (via andlouie)