I know I probably don’t cross your mind much anymore but I hope someday you see something that reminds you of me and the things we use to spend hours talking about at night and then your throat gets tight and your heart skips a beat and you finally miss me back.
I miss you so much (via 18kid)
That’s it, I guess. Just go on living, whether you feel like it or not.
Anton Chekhov, The Seagull (via frazzledfran)
If I reply with “oh” I either don’t give a fuck or I feel like i’ve been punched in the throat
how do fourteen year olds get pregnant, I can’t even get a high five from a guy