I’m real sick to my stomach about not caring about anyone who cares about me enough to be sick to their stomach about that.

I’m real tight in my lungs about how I can’t stop caring about the people who don’t care about me enough to be tight in their lungs about that.

I’m real sick and tired from relapsing into caring about those people who won’t get back to me.

I’m real sick and sad about the person I can’t stop considering on my every walk home.

sorry, too bored/sad/lazy/warm/comfortable/unmotivated to leave bed today.

check back later. 

or dont, thanks.

is it inappropriate to send ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  and a link to Taylor Swift’s “Shake it Off” in a response to someone’s heartfelt but too late apology?

probably.

fuck boys

(but don’t)


This web series will forever be relevant. 


me in every relationship

(Source: keanureevesinpointbreak)