I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.
If u see a guy with long hair he’s either gorgeous or fucking weird and the answer lays in what type of shoe he’s wearing
Forgive me first love, but I’m tired.
I need to get away to feel again.
Try to understand why,
Don’t get so close to change my mind.
Please wipe that look out of your eyes,
It’s bribing me to doubt myself;
Simply, it’s tiring.
But smiles and tears are so alike with me, they are neither of them confined to any particular feelings: I often cry when I am happy, and smile when I am sad.
nikki leigh. 20. i was a cat in a past life. female. i love art, music, partying, tattoos, tumblr, and mary jane. :)