perfectly, imperfect

"i am entirely made of flaws, stitched together with good intentions"

When can shit go back to normal?

Saying goodbye sucks. I’ve literally been crying for hours.

i like seeing things that show me we are in the same place

milgramexperiment:

tall people: if we are walking together please take into consideration my tiny legs. i cant keep up with you. please think of my tiny legs i dont want to be jogging to keep up with your leisurely stroll you TITANS

(Source: internetqueers, via dontletyourheartgrowcold)

my biggest fears as of now:

1. you will not miss me as much as i miss you

2. i will be easily forgotten

3. you’re going to find something so much better, while i’m not going to find      anything at all