THE AMOUNT OF THINGS I HAVE TO DO AND I’M SITTING HERE REFRESHING MY FUCKING DASHBOARD OVER AND OVER AGAIN I HATE THIS FUCKING WEBSITE
- January 2013: this will be my year
- December 2013: maybe not.
- Person: You're ugly
- Me: Good, I was trying to look like you today
"Nothing in the world smells as good as the person you love."
I used to be a straight A student
Now I’m not even straight
"how much do you love me?"
*cradles ur cheeks in my hands and looks deeply into ur eyes*
PARTY LIKE THE PAST TWELVE MONTHS WEREN’T EMOTIONALLY CRIPPLING