I feel like people find me quite boring because I am quiet. But it’s not that I have little to say; quite the opposite: it’s that I have so much to say, that I fear coming off as unintelligent because my thoughts are jumbled. Or because I fear that what I want to say will bore others. So instead of speaking, I say nothing.
We picked out names:
Come on August 22 so I’ll know!
*mutual follow likes my post*
Sometimes you end up never speaking to someone who meant the world to you again. And that’s okay. You cope and you survive. Don’t let your losses keep you back from new gains.
I’m sick of these boring kids, they’re all the same. Their ideas of fun are fucked up and stupid. Let’s skinny dip in a lake at 3am and sleep outside with a bunch of blankets and get drunk. Fuck going to parties all the time, be adventurous for fucks sake.