they call me macklemore in math class because im like
what what what what what
what what what what what what what
what what what what
*throws flower petals at you* be my friend
“This is how I flirt”
HAHAHA I’ll never live it down
All the emptiness inside you
Is hard enough to fill
Without a sense of purpose
We’re setting up to fail
You don’t have to make it right
Just hold your head up high
Relevant to today’s chat about college.
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One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it hurts when you don’t. And it feels like someone’s cut you open with a jagged piece of glass.
— Maureen Medved
