I still wonder if you ever think about the poem I snuck into your backpack in February.
Just fucking tell her. Right now. This is your sign.
Fuck yeah to the kids who feel like they’re dying inside but still gather up the strength to roll out of bed, get dressed, and leave the house. You are strong and beautiful and worth so much more than you know.
Stay away from her. Don’t look at her; don’t even think about her. If she appears to you in your dreams, wake up and punch yourself in the face for me.
You may tire of me ‘cause our December sun is setting.
We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?
Instead of saying motherfucker you can just say Oedipus
Half of our generation wouldn’t even understand that
yes you are right the thousands of notes on this post prove how ignorant our generation is. only you are intelligent. you are the chosen one.
only real Ancient Greek kids would understand
reblog if ur a tru 650BC kid