Just because you have stopped sinking doesn’t mean you’re not still underwater.
how to take a test: cry on the paper and the choice closest to your tear is the answer
to people that sleep with their bedroom doors open:you are brave but you are going to die young
*puts John Green book between teeth* It’s a metaphor, you see. You put the killing thing right between your teeth, and it kills you. That’s it. You don’t have a choice.
Please don’t get tired of me.
it happens every time. People lose interest in me. They get tired of me. Suddenly, they don’t bother hitting me up anymore. The conversations become shorter. They forget about me and I just become a distant memory. I wonder if it’s my fault sometimes. But then I realize that people never stay in my life. And there’s nothing I can do about it.