Sometimes you miss the memories, not the person.
me before puberty:
me after puberty:
These are the mist beautiful rings I’ve ever seen, I love rough stones.
- I am in a relationship with you
- You are my mom
- I need something
- Me and you are close as fuck
I think we all have that one person that we never truley get over, that we still think about right before bed everynight, or you will always jump at a chance to talk to ever tho you know you shouldn’t talk to, or the first person you think of whenever you’re drunk.
Anonymous asked: how can you call yourself a feminist but then drool over a boy?
babe i can fight the patriarchy and ride a dick those things are not mutually exclusive