That half-hearted struggle to stop your relatives from giving you money.
“No no, really no, I won’t take it, please no…okay thanks.”
(via cootie-touch)
(Source : 13neighbors, via beckiiiiiii)
I can see that the sadness has returned. And it’s not a beautiful sadness - beautiful sadness is a myth. Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain.
(Source : xrvchel, via tainted-eyes-sweet-lullabys)
My biggest fear is that eventually you will see me the way I see myself.