When I Think Of You My Heart Is Filled With Anguish. I Pray That When You Think Of Me, Yours Is Filled

i wish you didn’t get distant and i didn’t turn mean.

i miss you every damn day.

every time i make a mistake im like theyre going to put me down like a sick dog

new year, new font. i was never too attached to the courier, but i think playfair is truly me.

12.9.22 August in december. (excerpt)

I now may have the same diagnosis, but it does not make me the monster of a man that you were. I am pursuing a degree in fisheries & wildlife at a very small school. I want a house in the mountains where me and **** can rescue dogs. I like filling my head with poetry, fluffy romance, crystals and astrology, gaming a little, indie folk music, and looking at the stars. I stopped playing softball and I like being outside, but most days I just want to curl up in bed. I still play ukulele but I started learning guitar. My favorite color isn’t yellow anymore, it is green. 

I am no longer the me that you knew, and you my dear are no longer you. 

this whole being 14 thing is so lame. like girl get a grip that was 5 years ago.

words from howl by Florence + the machine

i’m splitting on you so hard my sebastian wilder it’s not even funny

i stg this shit is just Big Puppy Disorder. like wag wag wag my tail over this new friend, he is so nice and he is so nice to me and i want to be his puppy and make him happy too :3

i’m like some braindead golden retriever wtf is going on.