please stop asking me about my future ill cry
all i do is sit around and eat and be sad im basically a more annoying version of a plant
*subtle hints of self hatred in everything i say*
If we’re friends, there’s a 106% chance that I’m always petrified that you secretly hate me.
fictional boys (◡‿◡✿)
fictional boys fighting (◕‿◕✿)
fictional boys getting beat up (◉‿◉✿)
fictional boys covered in blood (⊙‿⊙✿)
fictional boys covered in their own blood (ʘ‿ʘ✿)
do u ever get rly attached to a person and then they’re not around for most of the day and you sit there internally whining like a lost puppy dog
(Source: teenmomlonde)
if you try to call me “sweetie” or “honey” or “sweetheart” when we’re arguing may god help you because i will actually scratch your face off
i’m in a constant state of wanting dean to ravage me in the backseat of the impala and wanting to pull his head against my chest and stroke through his hair and let him cry. it’s a challenging combination.
80s music brings me back to good times like when i wasnt alive
im not even a 2nd choice im like an 8th choice sometimes a 10th
the pros and con of being my friend
cons:
- i forget to reply a lot
- i feel uncomfortable in group chats
- i’m an awful person
- i can be embarrassing
- i talk too much
pros:
- uh
(Source: latulapyrope)
*slam dunks my future into the trash can*
(Source: theanti90smovement)