You screamed “you’re not good enough” so loudly with out a single word. I heard “give up” so clearly that I might just listen.
It's been a really really messed week.
i’m tupac on the inside.
tupac is dead.
well this is more emotional than expected
some flowers just arrived for my sister but my mom thought they were for me.
and so she asked if they were from henry and of course i asked what the hell she was talking about
and she was like “henry, the boy you’re always talking about.”
she meant henry david thoreau.
i quote henry david thoreau so much my mom thought henry david thoreau was my boyfriend