“Just Because You’re Angry Doesn’t Mean You Have The Right To Be Cruel.”

girl something good has to happen at some point

hate when men have big beautiful brown eyes like a baby cow . shut the fuck up

there is a special kind of loneliness that comes at the end of summer. even as the sun’s warmth lingers, there’s a quiet feeling that something has slipped away. like the last echo of laughter carried off by the wind. this time of year always brings a touch of sadness & melancholy but within that sadness, there’s also this strange comfort. a hope that despite the ending, new beginnings are just around the corner

instead of killing myself i will watch documentary about the ocean