17, March 31st. Class of 2015. Single. Straight. Music. Books. Sleep. Dreamer. Blue-eyed. Surviving. Hopelessly in love. "Hope. It is the only thing stronger than fear."
It may seem like I’m a sarcastic asshole 24/7, but I’m actually only a sarcastic asshole 18/7 because at night I actually have feelings.
I’m at that point in a semester where if a car hit me, I’d probably say thank you to the kind stranger
finishing a series but still being attached to the story and its characters
are you ever in the middle of saying something or showing someone something and you realize that literally no one cares
If I reply with “oh” I either don’t give a fuck or I feel like i’ve been punched in the throat