(Source: fionagoddess)


it’s not you, its your eyebrows

You don’t know everything about me.
I feel like I do. You text me every time you take a dump. I know about the pimple on your nipple, and I’m, like, the holder of your social security card.

(Source: stonerclone)

The quiet soft footsteps you took walking out of my life, were harder than any punch I’ve ever received.


(Source: ilanaglzer)