△ love at first sight, if that exists at all ▼Mentally living in Paris.
How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?
who wants to give up on society and go live in a treehouse with me
and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn’t live for very long without a heart.
You know what really makes me lose my shit? When teachers literally force you to present in front of the class (or in general do anything public you’re not comfortable with) like I get they want students to become more open and pushing them a bit out of their comfort zone will…
I know that’s what people say— you’ll get over it. I’d say it, too. But I know it’s not true. Oh, youll be happy again, never fear. But you won’t forget. Every time you fall in love it will be because something in the man reminds you of him.
I’m lonely. Why do you think I had to learn to act so independent? I also get mad too quickly, and I hog the covers, and my second toe is longer than my big one. My hair has it’s own zip code. Plus, I get certifiably crazy when I’ve got PMS. You don’t love someone because they’re perfect. You love them in spite of the fact that they’re not.