I took a nap earlier and I woke up thinking it was a school day and that I was late then I saw my parents in the living room and was like “the fuck you doing here”
Sorry can be such a shallow word. If you really are sorry for whatever it is you did you’d prove it with your actions and not with words alone.
imagine if you went to go see a horror movie but it was just a slide show of your middle school selfies for an hour
I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.
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uʍop ǝpısdn pǝuɹnʇ pǝddıןɟ ʇoƃ ǝɟıן ʎɯ ʍoɥ ʇnoqɐ ןןɐ ʎɹoʇs ǝɥʇ sı sıɥʇ ʍou
my dad always used to refer to my mum as “the most beautiful woman in the world” and i always thought that was kind of dumb, because i could look at my mum and know for sure that she was not the most beautiful woman in the world, not even by far and i always thought that my dad was just saying that to be nice.
and then one day i met the most beautiful woman in the world.
"omg im so tired i only got 7 hours of sleep last night"