Making love was never about you and me in a bed. We made love whenever we held hands.
Once you lose someone, it is never exactly the same person who comes back.
theres literally sex everywhere tonight that isn’t my bed and i dont see that as being fair at all
Just know that I love you. I love you with all of my fucked up, piece of shit heart.
I never realized what a big deal that was. How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.
homework on the weekends is legal but gay marriage isn’t what is wrong with society
It’s annoying how for 1 minute I could be the happiest, smiley, and actually fun person to be around, then the next minute a blubbering crying loser, who hates life and everything