im in no position to have high standards but it doesn’t stop me
my heart says yes but my bank balance says no
I eat romantic shit up. If I were asked to just sit on a roof and look at the stars id probably internally combust
god who fucking cares. who fucking cares. who fucking cares. everyone stop being offended and mad over the smallest shit ever. ask urself who the fuck fucking cares
I do. And I don’t know how to stop.