Cc (six word story)
Exactly this. Do not contact me, tell me you miss me, tell me things remind you of me, do not message me, or say you miss my face and my smile. This is false hope, and it really hurt in the end. So just, stay gone.(via gnostic-forest)
me: hey i’m kinda good at this writing thing
*reads other people’s writing*
me: i am a literary potato
There comes a point in adulthood, in this horror story that we all start to talk to each other because we realize, ’hey, you too?’ but it takes speaking up. Speak up. Peers are cool. Life.
people who hate on flannel are not worth your time, you OWN that lumberjack look and chop down the haters