Becoming a cold hearted bitch wasn’t really what I planned to do with my life but here I am
i dont understand people who only sleep with one pillow
you ever think about the other sperm you beat out to exist?
the concert pianists?
but you, the tumblr blogger
I don’t know if I’ll have the time to write any more letters…because I might be too busy trying to participate. So, if this does end up being the last letter…I just want you to know that I was in a bad place before I started high school. And you helped me. Even if you didn’t know what I was talking about, or know someone who’s gone through it…you made me not feel alone.
Because I know there are people who say all these things don’t happen. There are people who forget what it’s like to be sixteen when they turn seventeen. I know these will all be stories some day. And our pictures will become old photographs. And we’ll all become somebody’s mom or dad.
But right now, these moments are not stories. This is happening. I am here. And I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful.
I can see it. This one moment where you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive. And you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song on that drive with the people you love most in this world.
And in this moment, I swear…we are infinite.
Job Interviewer: so what do you for fun?
I want to be one of those people who does yoga and eats berries for breakfast, but I’m one of those people who stays in bed until 4 pm and eats pizza.
when you hear someone mention something youre obsessed with
Bruno performing at the Chelsea on May 23rd, 2014