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Not my fault, ok man. ❄️ 

kinda in the mood to brush my teeth and drink some orange juice. happy monday. 7.37am

i realize i have 57 drafts. i remember having goals of writing a chapter of anything i was working on to at least 1,000 words. some drafts have more than one chapter. so i think its safe to say, i wasted my time on writing complete fucking garbage.

the music says the battle is over, the sun will rise and we will try again. but there is no we, im alone. and trying again is so tiresome because thats all i ever do. try and try and try. it never ends. im tired. leave me alone.

Fuck you (:

validation vodka 

the heartbreak of not seeing you

Ponytail gang yee yee.

He brought me flowers, we slow danced, and we cuddled when we weren’t dancing. (:

happy birthday, Tyler Joseph. Thanks for everything you've done... seriously, thank you