Who has never had any desire to vanish and only come back when everything was fine?
the problem with me is that i care too much about what others think of me & it literally kills me
Reblog if you think this is messed up
Me if you use those fingers correctly.
omg I almost spit out the water I was drinking
a million gallons of fun
"I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms. At night, I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep."
YOU DID NOT QUOTE SPONGEBOB AND MAKE IT SOUND POETIC AND BEAUTIFUL