I wonder when people will start to realize that I see no purpose in talking about things that don’t matter. I don’t care how many people a stadium holds. I don’t care about stupid stuff. I care about important things and no one seems to want to talk to me about important things. I want to feel better damnit. 


I did a lot to stop thinking about you last night but I thought about you all night long, even in my sleep. 

My god. What do I do? 

Two nights in a row I’ve dreamt about you.
I wish it would stop. I like seeing you in my dreams but it hurts when I know I’m never on your mind.

"I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.
Delicious Ambiguity."
Gilda Radner (via feellng)


maybe i’ll be hot tomorrow 


*steals ur girl* *mom finds out and makes me return her and apologize*

I want this attractive guy to give me his number.


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