Ana

XVIII | ♥

Heart of gold.
amandajas:


souvenirs: tattoo from london & shirt from amsterdam
" We are sitting on your bed, there is distance between us and the silence is suffocating me. I am holding my knees to my chest. My body is shaking; you are quiet. I ask you if you still love me, and you tell me that you are not sure that you ever did. "

I don’t even know why we fight.

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" College kids literally don’t care about walking in the way of cars at school because we’re like “hit me i don’t care pay my tuition.” "
" "I love you" doesn’t mean a fucking thing if you spit it down the throat of every girl who makes you feel less dead "
beibadgirl:

i love this so much