*snapchats and texts the same person at the same time*
Every year, unknowingly, we pass the anniversary of our future death.
That was fucking depressing.
Every year, unknowingly, we pass the anniversary of our future marriage, new toothbrush, future child.
Way to make it positive
the only people who ever call me pretty are either old or online
do you ever just want to go outside in the middle of the night and walk around and not actually do anything just observe and think and stuff