Be my flower girl.
when people i hate talk to me:
Girls are mind fucks. 300 days after they walk out your life they’ll still someone manage to ruin your fucking day.
Actual representation of what happens when you and your friend have class together.
if you ever feel bad about yourself, just remember that one time i had to fly with my cello so we bought it a seat
and it got upgraded to first class
"why do you like floral prints so much" because i’m not a person. secretly i’m just a mass of bees. trying to blend in with humans. unable to let go of my love of flowers