holding hands with someone, but knowing the fit is wrong. knowing that someone else’s hands complement yours much better, but being unable to be with that person.  

Thirteen is, at times, ridiculously dramatic and silly.

But I’m 21 years old, and the ending to this movie still makes my eyes swell with tears.

Yeah Justin?

When I let people know that I am pansexual and they make this joke, it makes me want to rip their faces off.

Walked the high line, got some clam chowda at Chelsea Market, walked all around the village, got some brewskis and watched a free comedy show!

Only shitty things are the blisters on my feet and the possibility that my hip might have sprained? Walking…nay, limping…hurts now.

unic0rnz4evr:

This is basically me & Marie’s friendship in animal form.

Basically (:

AWWWRIGHHHHT! Although Drew Barrymore was my favourite angel…

But they all kicked ass

I’m so afraid I’m going to fuck up (again).

I don’t want to destroy anything (again).

And I don’t want it to destroy me (again).