I hope my continued existence is really annoying to people who hate me. I hope people who dislike me have to continually hear about how pretty and talented I am and how much fun I’m having with people who like me.
I fucking hate it when you’re in such a fantastically giddy mood and then you see one simple little thing that makes you think, “oh” and then you just get this empty feeling in your chest and you get nauseous and the world just crumbles and you want to just lay under a blanket and close your eyes and fall asleep and never wake up.
reckless & terribly gay 