seven friends.

A week has seven days,
So you need seven friends.
You tell me where it starts,
And whenever it ends.
You better find them now before it's too late.
Seven friends,
One for each day.

fuck this shit.

my parents saying that I can’t complain and move on. fuck it all, I’ll find my own place 

Waking up with some nice and good music.

Waking up with some nice and good music.

Treat your ears right. Listen to this track.

  • other people: what do you like about yourself?
  • me: my music taste

No Strings Attached

singtillidrop:

Emma: I made you a Valentine’s Day card. 
Adam: What? 
[laughs] 
Adam: It’s perfect. Will you read it for me? 
Emma: [reads card] You give me premature ventricular contractions. 
Adam: I’m assuming that’s a good thing. 
Emma: You make my heart skip a beat. 
Adam: Aww. 
Emma: Don’t make fun of me! 

sw4gerific: whudduplex: irene-j0y: I remember my trip two years ago, to San Francisco. I took a cab to this bridge while my sister was on a conference call. I stood there for about two hours, looking down, people watching, and wondering how far down the water was. A girl sat next to me, and asked me, “You’re not going to jump„ are you?” I smiled and reassured her I wasn’t. That I was just a tourist.  She then said, “You look a lot like my sister. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. But I had to ask, can I hug you? You just look so much like her.” I felt awkward at first, but then I realized. “She jumped?” This girl’s face just crumpled, and she started crying. I hugged her, without a second thought, and for some reason I apologized. Not sure what else I could say. She goes, “Those were the last words she ever spoke to me.” And I will never forget this girl, her name was Ariana. aw :|

sw4gerific:

whudduplex:

irene-j0y:

I remember my trip two years ago, to San Francisco. I took a cab to this bridge while my sister was on a conference call.

I stood there for about two hours, looking down, people watching, and wondering how far down the water was.

A girl sat next to me, and asked me, “You’re not going to jump„ are you?”

I smiled and reassured her I wasn’t. That I was just a tourist. 

She then said, “You look a lot like my sister. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. But I had to ask, can I hug you? You just look so much like her.”

I felt awkward at first, but then I realized. “She jumped?”

This girl’s face just crumpled, and she started crying. I hugged her, without a second thought, and for some reason I apologized. Not sure what else I could say.

She goes, “Those were the last words she ever spoke to me.”

And I will never forget this girl, her name was Ariana.

aw :|

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