Alex. 18. Puerto Rican. KU '18. In recovery.
If your going to stay, stay forever. If your going to leave, do it today.
Took this picture in beautiful Rome last night. This sky makes me think of us. The stars are so far from me and so are you. I hope one day I will hold your hands again. I miss you.
Oh my god
ive never seen a more beautiful photo/caption
I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they’re here. If they like their jobs. Or us. And I wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. Not in a mean way. In a curious way. It’s like looking at all the students and wondering who’s had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report due on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why.
Call your mother. Tell her you love her. Remember you’re the only person who knows what her heart sounds like from the inside.
wat about your siblings? huh bitch?(via looking-at-you-through-my-rain)
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