When I fall away from reality for a bit, it’s always so hard to come back. I just want to feel present.
I wonder how many stranger’s stories we make it into? You know, maybe someone saw you in passing and told their friends about how pretty the girl in the lavender sweater was. Or maybe they overheard you say a joke and repeated it to their friend, confessing that they heard it from some guy at the store.
I was behind a couple of girls taking selfies. Pretty sure I made it into their Snapchat stories.
i think its time to rethink our perception of fedoras
you dont know fashion
Ah yes, another reason why I don’t wanna date you: you make everything sexual. Everything. Can’t a girl just shoot the shit with you? Damn.
Not taking pills correctly results in terrible esophageal pain. Drink lots and lots of water, friends.