I do my best to patch up those around me
To put bandaids over the cracks
But I smile too bright
And no one notices the holes in my armour
(via sarcastic-brit)
I do my best to patch up those around me
To put bandaids over the cracks
But I smile too bright
And no one notices the holes in my armour
Analogy
Just one r short of a good time
I don’t want a fuck buddy
I want a cuddle buddy.
Like, rather than having a friend who I have sex with, I want a friend who I can cuddle up on a sofa with and watch crappy tv for hours without it being weird
That awkward moment when it’s the last time you see the person you’re majorly crushing on before she goes on holiday to New York, right when she seems to be warming up to you, and you end up sat on different sofa’s. Unable to even talk to her.
And I’m putting it on this account because people I know irl (including her) follow my main. Although I’m bailing from this account right now again so this account is going into cryostasis for a while again
The counting song
I almost turned it off in the first 3 seconds, I’m glad i sat through that.
Amazingly innocent and dark at the same time; I love it.
Well that escalated quickly.
I was there.
Huh. So that just happened.
Doomsday scene recreated with iPhones.