When the cashier hold’s up your $20 to see if it’s real
i hope all of this is a dream i’m having at the age of 7
and it just hurts so fucking bad to lose someone that was the reason you got out of bed in the morning, the one that gave you a reason to keep going, because when you were with them, it seemed like maybe, things would be okay
You were red. You liked me cause I was blue. You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn’t for you.
my history professor told me today that he “likes the way I look vaguely pissed off” during class