“I cared once. Fucked me up.”
— (via hefuckin)


your tumblr is one of those things that you want everyone to see but at the same time you never want to show it to anyone


'hey what's your otp'

i put my hands in my pockets casually, giving a nervous laugh. ‘w-what’s an otp’ i stutter. i take my hand out of my pocket to brush my hair back smoothly. a list falls out of the pocket. it begins to roll. it is going on seven blocks now. i begin to cry.


what if the internet closed at midnight  



I think OTPs are subconsciously what we want in relationships

this shit hit me like a train

  1. Me: my anaconda don't
  2. Me: my anaconda don't
  3. Me: my anaconda don't want to go to school tomorrow

this isn’t freedom.  t h i s  i s  f e a r .