This could be us but you playing…..
I want to text you. Just to remind you that I’m still here. But then I remember that you know I’m here. You just don’t care.
Midnight thoughts (I won’t do this again)
female privilege is feeling unsafe literally everywhere you go and men getting personally offended by you feeling unsafe
my eyeliner thicker than yo dick
me as a prom dj
"time to slow things down a little blt"
*plays crank dat souja boy (acoustic version)*
Me as a good friend: *supports and encourages ur hoe activities*
One day you’re going to see her holding hands with someone who took your chance. She won’t even notice you because she’s too busy laughing with the stupid jokes he makes. And it will burn your heart seeing that beautiful smile on her face and realizing that you’re not the reason anymore. And then it will finally hit you: it was her, it was always her.