Oh and one more thing.

letters-to-the-world:

I’m sick of people putting me last and taking advantage of the fact that I always forgive and always am there when they need me and that I actually care. Meanwhile they give the most to all the people that don’t give a fuck about them bc they want to keep them around and are scared to loose them. fucking done with it. 

gaykarth:

how is it june next week how are we already on the 6th month of the year wasn’t it just march

I want to hear someone’s life story. A stranger’s. And then tell them mine. I want them to know everything about me. Those little things that I keep to myself because I’m afraid of judgment. Terrible, awful things that I lock up in the back of my head. My opinions. The truth. Everything and anything I can think of. And I want them to not hate me afterwards.