*grabs your hand and starts running* quick, date me, there’s no time to explain
Sometimes I think I’m making up for being the shitty girlfriend that I was before by giving entirely too much and caring all too easily. Sounds like a recipe for disaster.
when ur running down the stairs with no bra on
I wouldn’t be surprised if I was found dead in the next several years. Living for the moment but never truly happy. I get it now. Suicide.
Boy: Wanna go out sometime?
Me: No, I’m sorry. I’m really trying to focus on my career right now.