youaretheriskiwillalwaystake said: whats up? :/ I’ll tell you on skype
I’m dreading tomorrow so badly, it’s not even funny, I could cry. someone just kill me before tomorrow comes okay thnx
Looking back, I stopped writing in my notebook when I stopped wanting to know...
fueledbyfaggots: tumblr, the place were obese girls are called beautiful and thin girls are called sluts, everyone claims to be so0o0oo awkward<333, everyone who has a facebook is called stupid but most people here also have facebooks, and you’re insulted if you weren’t born in the 90’s
fact; I’m gonna be extremely emotional on july 13th, watching deathly hallows II. can’t handle this
Anonymous asked: Why don't you swallow one more of those painkillers? Just one more.
just ordered tickets for harry potter & the deathly hallows part two on july 13th, 6pm yup july 13th I know you’re jealous
How I dressed as a child:
smashinpumpkins: chelsmonsterr: How kids dress now: My kids will dress as comic book heroes and animals most of their childhood. They can dress as humans when they’re older if they want but whilst they’re kids they will look cute, adorable and childish. reblogging for the kid dressed up as a shark, I mean, omg look at that
vanemuse: What we have here is a dreamer. Someone completely out of touch with reality. The Virgin Suicides-Sofia Coppola
The blog I reblogged this from is worth following.
it’s raining so it’s perfectly acceptable to listen to christmas music
damn man I will never, even complain about silly and stupid things anymore. this feeling, of having your life on the line, is terrifying.
World's saddest story
tumblr omg don’t ever leave me that okay
ow ow ow breathing hurts so much oh my god ow
the tricky part is that I have a weak immune system in my lungs, I’ve been taking meds for that all my life now. I forgot them yesterday, so they are extra weak now.
I think I might have pneumonia. [idk if I wrote it right, idgaf] I keep coughing up stuff and I can barely breathe, I breathe really really fast and I have a fever.
maybe it’s me, and my blind optimism to blame well, maybe it’s you, and your sick need to give love and take it away