you know, I'm still the baby girl with eyes the size of baby worlds..no matter how hard I'll push my nails on the inside of my palm and count to ten the fairytale still wisps up in front of my bloodshot pupils, goodmorning sternness.

on se dit toujours "l'année prochaine, ça sera mieux"

desperation for a hug. on peut pas voler plus bas

what do i look forward to.

I fucking hate this. Jte sourirais mais ca cache vraiment un degout. why. why did you have to go and live what i wanted to live. cheater mais je taime et je men veux

I don't want to grow up.

seventeen. never saw it coming. jles sens pas. jealousy jealousy and more "i fucking hate you"s but really I just wish I was waking up on your chest.

it's good to know you're as obsessed as me

ive never been so frigging thankful to be on my period, bloody hell, even twelve fucking days late and a couple of heart attacks later

my first pregnancy test. i'm ashamed