Screw all this false confidence. Clearly all of you were wrong all along.
I think I can feel my soul ripping in two inside of me. I don’t know what half to follow.
Maybe I’ll take an ice bath to go numb. Ohhh wait, still too many memories.
Him: “I’ve always wanted to dance with royalty”
Me: “Only problem is, I don’t dance like a princess”
The awful moment when people on other social networking sites can see what you post, soooo you don’t post what you actually feel. That’s why I have you! Thanks Tumblr, always got my back.
“Do you remember remember remember? No not the fifth of November but the twelfth of March when you broke my heart?”