There’s a little dent in my bottom lip from where I bite my lip when I want to kiss you but I don’t
I have no idea what to do.
I’ve learned through experience that life is just a giant disappointment
all i ask is that your honest with me
Story behind this? Her dad was leaving on a 2 year deployment. She was crying, and wouldn’t let go of her dad’s hand, even when he stood in line, saluting. No one had the heart to break them apart.
i’ve reblogged this like 470348 times, i can’t not reblog it everytime
i hate saying stuff about myself in conversations or even saying “me too” because it feels like i’m always trying to turn the conversation around to make it about me because i’m a self-centered shitstick
THIS IS MY LIFE THANK YOU FOR PUTTING IT INTO WORDS