~Sophomore year I used to sit in this back row and secretly watch you. I counted the number of times you'd smile at me and I'd die on days that you didn't.~


when you genuinely like and care for someone but can’t express it without being weird



*throws lamp at you* you need to lighten the fuck up


like 98% of my problems would be solved if i stopped overthinking things and calmed the fuck down and stopped being such a panicky, anxious little shit