plot twist, Este just fucked off to Mexico for a few weeks without telling anyone to get over her shitty husband and she comes back and Taylor’s just like “oops”
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I’m covered in you
My hobbies include making myself suffer intentionally and unintentionally
how on earth is it possible to be simultaneously under- and overwhelming? how am i gonna be not enough and too much at the same goddamn time? sick of this shit
how to stop endlessly analyzing your own behavior as if you were a scientific experiment
“And how do you tell them you feel so empty without making it sound so sad?”— (via te-evinamin)
“Loving me isn’t easy, I have sharp edges, I have missing parts.”
— Donte Collins
Why am I me
