Why are we still pretending we both don’t know how this is going to end, and how it will be with the saddest note you’ve ever read, signed with “I’m sorry, this is my end, not ours.”
I had scars.
We weren’t compatible. ( via invhale )
why iphones gotta take two million years to turn back on after they die like you plug em in and you’re all ready to start texting again but they’re like “nope. i gotta take some time for myself. figure out who i am. you hurt me too much the last time. let me think.”
You know what I hate? When people get pissed off when you tell them you don’t want them to touch you. Like excuse me, I don’t actually want you to touch my arm. I don’t want a hug right now. I don’t give a shit if you’re family. I don’t care if the phrase “I don’t want to be touched” puts you off. Just don’t fucking touch me.
sometimes ur so cute and i wanna squeeze ur cheeks and kiss ur nose other times ur really hot and i wanna touch u inappropriately and make u moan
"no one can love you until you love yourself"
that is complete bullshit
don’t let anyone tell you that you don’t deserve love from other people because you struggle with loving yourself