I’ve been single for a while now, and I have to say it’s going really well. Like, it’s working out. I think I’m the one.
You could have the prettiest face and the sexiest body in the world but if I can’t have deep conversations with you at 2am or turn to you when tears are streaming down my face, it won’t work.
Suddenly you’re 21 and you’re screaming along in your car to all the songs you used to listen to when you were sad in middle school and everything is different but everything is good
You do not need pasta.
Me laying in bed talking to myself at 1:30 in the morning (via seabelle)
My only regret is that
I didn’t tell enough people
to fuck off.
My 92 year old grandma (via expeditum)
when your song comes on the radio and you’re tryna feel it but the other person/people in the car won’t stop talking