no one ever asks how my day went


I’m about to get a shot of B-12 in my ass in the parking lot before my writing class


Ever since I got my hair cut this way

I’ve been having to take a comb everywhere I feel like such a douche

I really can count on anyone

I realized this long ago

But I get my hopes up often

Then the truth starts to show


Feelings and emotions are like trashcans, you fill them up and empty them out periodically. 


stay away // charli xcx

i knew you were no angel
but, god, what did i do?

Won’t you just stay away?