When you want to be heartless but you know that’s not how you are.
i love just being alone.. doing a facemask.. dealing with emotional trauma alone.. LOVE it
How wild is it that every version of you probably exists still, somewhere, in someone’s memory? The messy you, crying on the floor exists still in your mind. The happy, sun-soaked you, exists in your best friend’s memory. No part of you has died, all parts of us exist always, simultaneously and hidden.
maybe I’m the worst person in the universe but I always try my best for you
If you’re reading this and you’re stressed out or anxious about something, I know that you’ll get through this and I wish you the best in your life.
The nicer you are the more beautiful you become
Is anybody else so excited to spend the rest of their life in a cute lil home with the person they love like think about it, it’ll be like one giant sleepover with your best friend every single night and that sounds amazing to me

*wipes tears with a beauty blender*
ur gonna die anyway so get that fucking tattoo ur parents and friends hate and eat whatever u want



