My wall of pictures is a constant reminder that everything is temporary and life is truly what you make of it

u know when someone stops talking to u and u finally accept that ur not speaking anymore and then they talk to u and ur like wtf

You be acting like it’s lust, but would lust have you up at 5 writing a text, tryin to get a thought up off of your chest?

Love is so beautiful

Boys are literally all the same do not ever forget that. Ever.

Even angels have their wicked schemes