or this one?
did i mention that this SUCKS?!
i hate that it makes me cry just thinking about it.
i hate that it’s only a few weeks notice.
i hate that i have no clue how i’m going to make it.
no clue at all.
at all.
i hate how i just don’t want to think about it, talk about it, but due to the time constraint—i have to.
i really just want to run away and hide under the covers.
i thought that maybe my senior year could be heartache-free. of course not. i’ve been leaving people/been leaving people my whole life.
oh.
how i hate goodbyes.
[but i’m still glad i said the hellos]
i hate goodbyes.
(via loveyourchaos)
like chocolate
and movies
and texts at night
and hiding from the boy your little sister locked into a school locker in first grade on a dare
and navy blue
and foxes
i love foxes
and wanting hugs
but not telling
just wanting
and the feeling of being bowled over by five puppies
licking your face
and they don’t even know you
but they love you
dogs are better than people sometimes
they are very good listeners
(via infinitebutterflies)
For Ina.
motels:(via purelikegolddd) (via hellonumbernine) (via misswallflower)