FOLLOW ME, I'LL FOLLOW YOU BACK.
After what’s just happened, I feel like I was supposed to cry. My heart felt like it used to, for a split second, as tears began to form. Then in the blink of an eye, the feeling vanished, that heart crushing, painful chest, just disappeared. I just felt tired. After all that was said and done, does it mean that it was all redundant? Does it mean that what I said was just what I thought I felt? My heart doesn’t ache like it used to. You walked out and I would’ve cried for hours on end, begged and pleaded for you to come back but I returned to my room, where your scent was still lingering and I felt nothing in my heart but I had a million thoughts, ideas, processes going through my head. What the hell am I going to do?
Having trouble breaking up with someone???
1. Lean in for a kiss
2. Stop before your lips touch theirs
3. Say “Oh ________, if only there was someone who loved you”
4. Walk away and let them die
being 17 is weird because you can get hit on by 14-year-olds and 20-year-olds and it’s THE SAME AGE DIFFERENCE
It’s also weird because you can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life. You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
finish this sentence: m
y body craves for the touch of mashed potatoes, the soft white flesh of the vegetable sliding over my body. i havent slept in fifteen days. only the beautiful rapturous gooey white semi solid plant matter inspires me to continue living. sometimes i like to imagine that the mashed potatoes have accepted me as their loving partner. oh can i dream.
What the actual fuck
this was the best ending to any movie ever. ever.
no one can convince me otherwise.