my seventeenth birthday is in a few weeks…and I’m actually kind of sad…i really like being sixteen
but if your sixteen you cant be the dancing queen
thank u little bread stick that made me feel better
this is the best thing to happen to one of my text posts
Confession: I have a friend who likes to text me at like 4am when he’s had nightmares or he can’t sleep or he just needs a friend. He thinks I’m always awake at 4am but really I go to bed around 12am and I change his text-tone to the loudest one I have just so it wakes me up when he needs me.
you’re the kind of friend everyone needs
Endling is a word for an individual animal that is the last of its species or subspecies.
1912 - 2012
This is the saddest thing I have reblogged in a long time. The very existence of that word is just a quietly heartbreaking thought that remains lingering in my mind long after reading about it.