I didn’t think I could hate you anymore than I already did but now I do and you dragged him along with the hate.
So I hope you’re happy that you made me hate my own father, ungrateful cunt.
My favorite feeling in the world, over all else, is the feeling I get late at night:
I could be having the worst day ever and then all of a sudden in the middle of the night I get the urge to do something artsy, a feeling I used to get very often when I was younger.
It’s so exhilarating and such a rush that I have to immediately go into action so that the feeling doesn’t slip away.
And I can only hope that the feeling doesn’t go away before I’m finished or else I won’t ever finish it.
15.06.13 @ 21:14♥92
he looks so happy here, so proud of himself like “im going to prove to future boyfriend i am worthy. i can punch through wall. i am amazing. why don’t you believe me stiles”
I’m so codependent and it is my worst habit.