“are you a boy or a girl?”
“no”
“yeah but what were you BORN as?”
*leans in and whispers* “fabulous”
summer is real cute until every fuckin type of insect comes out of the 8th circle of hell
how am i meant to control my life i can’t even control my hair
My Oldest Friend - Have Mercy
I pictured us in a house one day
And we’re okay
But you never saw it the way I did
We were 18, we were just kids
If you would’ve fallen in love with me I swear to God
This wouldn’t seem so very odd.
