How wild is it that every version of you probably exists still, somewhere, in someone’s memory? The messy you, crying on the floor exists still in your mind. The happy, sun-soaked you, exists in your best friend’s memory. No part of you has died, all parts of us exist always, simultaneously and hidden. 

the best apology is changed behavior

It’s not bad to want attention. It’s not bad to want to be complimented. It’s not bad to need reassurance. It’s not vain or self centered, it’s just human.

Me

i’m so fucking gay

i need to get something off my chest it’s my shirt let’s have a sex

Holy shit I’m really lit

*lame as fuck