I always think of you before I fall asleep. The words you said, the way you looked. The things we laughed about, the silent moments we shared. And when I dream, I’ll dream of you. Because it’s about you, it’s always about you.
why doesn’t anywhere sell normal clothes for women? like i want a plain black fuckin sweater not a mohair cross stitch embroidered cropped asymmetrical slouch longline short sleeved drop hem thing with a hole in the back
my name is sydney. 17. i like sleeping, listening, watching horror movies, God, drinking starbucks & venom, walking, music, and making people realize they have a purpose. i'm a sucker for anything acoustic.