you were the greatest thing.. and now you’re just a memory to let go of.
I hate being the one who always cares about other people’s feelings, sometimes I just need someone who can also understand and care for me.
I wanna meet my followers.
Put this in my ask:
- Meaning behind tumblr url:
- Why you follow me:
- Random fact about yourself:
- Question for me:
wanna try this! im about to go home now (almost 6pm here-local time), hope to see msg/s in my inbox. :))
One of my professors told me that the most intelligent people are often the saddest and most depressed because they actually understand how shitty the world is.
do you have like these imaginary scenes in your head of you in situations that would never actually happen and whenever you’re bored or spacing out or just walking around you kind of just go back to them and imagine them over and over