Sometimes you look at me and it’s like you hate my guts. Like you wouldn’t give a fuck if I was dead or alive.
in 2 months, this will be my body.
so this is gonna be a depressing post. But over the last 9 months, I’ve discovered Love actually doesn’t exist. I was the Disney princess, rainbow and unicorns type before but now I’ve come to realise: Love is a disappointment, it will never be reciprocated in equal measures and no matter how much you try to believe that you’re in control. You’re not, it takes hold of you before you have a choice, before you can rationally weigh up the pros and cons of giving yourself completely to this individual. I always knew I would end up the crazy cat lady anyways.
my plans for being productive today..
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I wish I looked like this.
(Source: fuck-yeah-funny-shit, via distinctmemory)