It’s you. It’ll be you when you piss me off and make me want to scream until my throat is sore. It’ll be you when I’m drunk and don’t remember where I am. It’ll be you when I’m 80 and my hair is gray. It is always going to be you. You are it for me. You are the one. You are the only one.



i hate parents that treat their kids like shit and then have the audacity to ask for respect

would u talk to me or nah


  • sigh


the secret to losing followers is being yourself

(Source: sousukes)

  • me: god can you pleas---
  • god: no

I just need a break


i’m thankful my childhood was filled with imagination and bruises from playing outside, instead of apps and how many damn likes you get on a picture