you know how you have so much time to get ready that you just…don’t. like you wait even though you have ample time to perfect your look. because you don’t wanna be ready and just sitting around wasting your good looks. then you reach your final hour and you’re rushing and end up being late.

or is it just me?



do your eyes ever randomly go out of focus and then you are too lazy to focus them back in and just stare at nothing for a while

I’ve probably reblogged this already. but it’s always accurate.

I want tattoos everywhere.
I want to be a beautiful walking canvas.

and at the same time, I don’t.


when your friends joke about something you’re really sensitive about


it only takes me an hour to get over something. I wish everyone else was the same way.

let the repercussions begin.


you know you have hit your lowest point of being low when you start procrastinating your showers

one of the greatest things my mom has ever bought me.


Be patient with me. I won’t ever be the girl with all the right words to say. Explaining how I feel is beyond difficult and it frustrates the hell out of me. I could tell you every thought inside my head and still not say everything I want to. So be patient with me because I’ll always be patient with you. And when I’m unable to tell you with my words, I’ll show you with my actions.

half of me just wanted to hang up.
the other half wanted to get the fuck out the city to go home & take care of him.
if he’s not okay, I’m not okay :/