I want to get back to damn near perfection, & getting so crazily excited to see you & spend time with you every single time. I want to get back to planning fun things, being stupid, making amazing memories, doing new things, telling each other every thing, laughing nonstop, having late night deep conversations that shed light on the struggles in my head or things in my life that I don’t understand & visa versa, inspiring each other, making art together, being excited to tell you what I did that day, random I love you texts, good morning texts, & stupid faces texts, encouraging each other, changing each other’s lives often in the slightest bit, not worrying about most things, & the great things this friendship used to be. But most of all I want to get back to being bestfriends, bc I love that. I think we got to comfortable in not a good way, we stopped appreciating the time we were together some times. We stopped working on this friendship sometimes. & that’s a place I never wanted to get to. As much as I love living together, I’m kinda excited to not; So we can get back to all the positive & amazing things we used to have. It’s been a mix of good & bad, we’ve had some amazing times & made some amazing memories, & had quite the experience, we’ve challenged our friendship in ways we never could have if this didn’t happen. The good, the bad, & everything in between will make us stronger. You’re meant to be in my life, I knew that from day one & nothing has changed that!



i dont even have guilty pleasures anymore i just like stuff and if people have a problem with that they can go fuck themselves

(via openmindslittlemouths)

I’ve learnt that the shitty people always end up looking good and the people that deserve the most sunshine get rained on the most. Life’s pretty messed up like that. The only thing you can do at the end of the day is get up brush yourself off and grab a bag of dorritos and live your fucking life.
Don’t let them see you fall (via openmindslittlemouths)

(Source: staypozitive, via simplycasual)


We assume others show love the same way we do — and if they don’t, we worry it’s not there.