if i ever talk to you at 3 am please remember thats not the real me. it is merely a dark overemotional tired version of myself who craves interaction
I’m the type of person who holds on to ticket stubs and photos and presses flowers but never puts them into a scrapbook I just have them scattered everywhere which brilliantly illustrates how I’m a sentimental piece of shit who can’t put their life together
(via sunflowerprincesss)
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