The pieces of my broken heart are so small that they could be passed through the eye of a needle.
me: *goes to hell* what the fuck is this
satan: Welcome To My Twisted Mind.
if you ever feel bad about yourself, just remember this one time in my english class, we were writing horror stories and one of the girls wrote “it was friday the 13th, the night before halloween” for her opening sentence
when old ladies are homophobic but have lesbian haircuts
what the fuck is a lesbian haircut??
when someone cries because you said something nice to them, they’re someone who you need to protect because they haven’t seen enough kindness in the world.