I hate when I’m talking to someone and they stop replying. Or when you’re waiting for someone to message you first because you’re the one always making the effort to reach out to them.
Verano es: llegar a un punto del día en el que no sabes si esta amaneciendo o esta anocheciendo
No, it’s not all men, but it’s way too fucking many.
There is something in me, I can’t define but it hurts all the time.
i hate it when u stop being friends w someone or u break up w someone cos uve got all this information about them like at the back of ur mind like their birthday or their favorite game or whatever, and even years later things will come up and you’ll think about that person and its like. oh. and it never really Stops