whatshouldwecallme:

When I’m too scared to kill it, I’m like:

When my boyfriend is too scared to kill it, I’m like:

apparently I wrote in tumblr last night.

When i was drunk- and obviously depressed.

awkward.

EDIT: what did it even mean?!!!!!

It may take two to tango- but a person can lead while the other just follows (regardless if they want to or not).

So. Is your heart in your tango? Or are you just following along?

Sometimes its hard to know the difference. And when you realize it- its almost too late…

I just got back from an awesome vacation… And I’m in the wierdest headspace. Except for starting school again in September, I feel like I have ZERO reason to actually be back.

which is almost a load off my shoulders for whatever reason…

whatever. I’m 21. Time to stop stressing like im 50