We are not clean, we are not pure, we will not rest until we’re sure.
So, rob your pretty little eyes of sleep’s disguise.
I’m at your bedside with a bucket full of lies.
when someone u want to be friends with talks 2 u first
you know you’ve been on tumblr too long when inexplicable crap like this represents a specific feeling in your soul
we do not speak about this feeling
i say “fight me” a lot for a girl who is 5”3’ and has a hard time opening some doors because they’re too heavy
I swear at least five of my two friends don’t like me