do you ever see a person you used to be friends with and you’re like “glad i got the fuck outta that one”
Seventeen seems like the perfect age. Not naive like sixteen. Not feeling the pressures of daunting adulthood like eighteen. Just plain and simple, seventeen.
I am constantly torn between wanting to improve myself and wanting to destroy myself.
When something isn’t an issue or a big deal yet they bring it up anyway um ok
It’s weird how in animals seeing ribs/collar&hip bones is considered sick or even abusive, but in people that’s considered beautiful.
This may have just changed my life.