❝
11 months ago | 245,602 notes
One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.
~ (via blak-ink)
We look at each other wondering what the other is thinking, but we never say a damn thing.
1 year ago | 396 notes
1 year ago | 722 notesYou miss me? Fuck you.
You’re sorry? Fuck you.
You changed? Fuck you.
You’ll try harder? Fuck you.
You still like me? Fuck you.
You had too many chances and you blew it. Bye.
You know what I’m scared of?
1 year ago | 1,173 notesIntroducing the person I like to one of my friends, and they end up falling for each other and hitting it off. Compared to my friends, I know I’m nothing special. A simple face in a crowd full of beautiful girls. I do fear the fact that they might come and take this person away from me. But who am I to say anything? That’s one of my fears.
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