It's almost 3 am, I'm in bed, tired, and a bittersweet melancholy has taken over me for no reason.
Life is such a messy thing sometimes, but it's worth it. There are wonderful people, wonderful sights.
It's weird, I'm weird. Everyone's weird.

I deserve it (but it doesn't exist, please can someone invent it?)

I made myself a present, now I feel guilty about it F

If internet was a physical place I'd want this to be up on walls literally everywhere

Me and my friends having a sleepover