Do u ever look at someone and you’re like how
"son, are you ok? you look so pale" "❤♠☹☯† i’m fine mom †☯☹♠❤”
and then satan said “here, have feelings”
Shut up about having a broken heart.
Pick your ass up off the ground.
You don’t need a mother fucking person to live.
You need food to live.
So start drinking your tears, titty baby.
Oh & get over whoever you’re crying about.
They probably don’t give a shit anyway.
Now go eat some mother fucking food, get a food baby, & laugh about it.
is your boyfriend even your boyfriend if he doesn’t touch your butt
the scariest thing about thinking about someone so much is that you’ll never know whether they think about you at all