I have a confession:
I hate being in my room all the time. I want to be anywhere else but here. Selfishly, I wish people would invite me over more often. I want to sleep in any other bed but my own. But it doesn’t make too much of a difference, my bad dreams follow me no matter where I go, I suppose it just feels less lonely.
My eyes sting from crying I just want to sleep
Guyliner beauty segment featuring Pete Wentz, Ryan Ross and Brendon Urie
anyway no one fucks with gymnopédie no. 1 like i do
“sorry i didn’t mean to dump that on you”
brother i would climb the tallest mountains and swim to the deepest depths for you. every time you smile i wonder if anything could be more beautiful and every time you laugh it’s like an orchestra of joy. of course i’ll be here to listen. i love you bro
i hold resentment deep in my chest and it eats me from the inside out
i wish i wasn’t jealous of people for having things they deserve
The question is, I suppose, are you ready to accept it if it doesn’t come from where you want it to?
I think sometimes we become blind to the love we so desperately crave when it doesn’t come from the place we want it to.
The love was there, and is there, you just have to look beyond your desired horizon.
Liability is my middle name!