dONT BE A TEACHER IF U DON’T LIKE FUCKING KIDS????
this can be taken two ways
Its been 231 hours and 6 minutes since we last talked.
(I’m not counting)
My heart has been shattered into around 478 pieces.
(But I’m not counting.)
I haven’t slept well in over 19 days.
(I’m not counting.)
I’m counting the minutes that I can’t breathe because I feel you in my bones and I don’t know how to move on.
I’m counting every second my breath is taken away by the realization that you’re gone.
Fuck it, you know I hate numbers. Come back to me.
Reading this hurts everytime. FUCKING COME BACK TO ME(via secludedheart)
Male problems: When you wrap a towel around yourself, you don’t have breasts to keep it up
you can keep the towel up by thinking of breasts