Rachel. 18.

It’s been 4 fucking years, when will people stop talking about him. I don’t want to fucking talk about him. He ruined my life, and no one knows what he did to me. Stop saying his fucking name around me. Don’t ever talk to me about him. I can’t fucking handle that shit.

“Smooth out your skirt and do not look at him.”

– Advice for those who love people they shouldn’t (via thatmakeseight)

lame-waves:

i want to wear your hoodies and stay up talking about the universe with you until 3 am and i want to hold your hand and kiss your face and hug you when im sad and have marathons of our favourite shows.

kissmeok:

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kissmeok:

love/couples