~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.~

shota-pop:

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

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chilled:

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

leviathanrose:

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

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