good grades don’t reflect intelligence.
i want to move to a small apartment by myself in a new city and i want to decide which furniture i want and what i want for dinner and whether or not i want to stay out all night and i want to travel and meet new people and fall in love and go have my own adventures because i’m sick of this washed-up place filled with annoying people
that is the face of someone who has been deeply betrayed.
why I’m never being a mom
u know when u really like someone and literally every little thing they do is cute and no matter what face they make they always look perfect to you
this doesnt happen to me
I just want to write myself a world and go live in it
when people say weed is bad for you