I think we’ve officially reached that annoying time in the year where it’s sweater weather in the morning, but by midday, if you wear a sweater, you die from heatstroke.
"Where is my Edward Cullen?"
"Where is my Damon Salvatore?"
"Where is my Christian Grey?"
For your sake, jail I hope.
*steps into shower*
*forgets to remove eyeliner*
*steps out of shower*
*Joins The Black Parade*
social media in beacon hills (3/?) stydia edition.
when someone you don’t like loves the same song as you
Forever wondering if I am contributing to a conversation by using my own experiences or being self centered and rude.
i’ve lost who i am and i can’t understand
why my heart is so broken, rejecting your love.
“Don’t be so vain to think that you ruined me,
that you wrecked me,
I am the only one who has the power to do that.”
— Amanda Helm, The Day I Learned That I was Broken