If your heart doesn’t feel like it’s gonna come out of your chest when the lights go off at a concert you’re either lying or you don’t deserve to go to concerts
i’m literally in tears i am so mad and i dont know what to do or how to help other than sign petitions and reblog shit like i wish i could fucking help i wish i could fucking do something i cannot fucking believe this shit is happening in 2014 this is fucking outrageous and disgusting
*puts snapchat text over area of insecurity*
What makes life valuable is that it doesn’t last forever, what makes it precious is that it ends.
The biggest lesson I’ve learned is, ‘It’s okay.’ It’s okay for me to be kind to myself. It’s okay to be wrong. It’s okay to get mad. It’s okay to be flawed. It’s okay to be happy. It’s okay to move on.
share a coke with the indescribable, omnipresent feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach