I like the night. Without the dark, we’d never see the stars.
Chemistry is fucked up, ha ha ha
Maybe it’s not in the perfection of life that things make sense, but in the chaos.
Hey, do me a favor and walk up to the next person you see and tell them they’re ugly. Tell them straight out. Point out all their flaws. Make them feel like shit. Go on go do it.
It’s hard, huh? You can’t do it. So why is it so easy to do it to yourself?
Being mean to yourself is just as bad as being mean to someone else.shit imma have to reblog this again becausedamn