"we’re all mad here" with a little top hat under left boob
tree on my back
sun on left knee and moon on the other
sun and moon kissing either on left wrist or under right boob
can i just be 18 yet
I’m really good at seeming really conceited but the truth is i don’t believe any of it
Three cheers to the girls like me out there that are going to be the ugliest girl in her prom group.
When you don’t know if your in a fight with your friend or just her douchebag asshole boyfriend
No weeds. No sex.
I hate that feeling where you look in the mirror and you see nothing special you see just another person that people are gonna let walk by not someone people will stop and notice not someone that a person will go home and think about im not gonna change any lives im npt gonna save the world so why do i even matter here?