Alex Gaskarth on Therapy; my edit
we think we’re made of numbers. percentages on tests, pounds on a scale, likes on a photo, price tags on clothes. but we’re not. we are made of love and happiness and they way we laugh. we’re made of good memories and late nights and past-curfews. we have more substance than numbers.
how do u write an essay w/o crying
have I told you about that time in 5th grade when my school had a blackout and I whispered ”lumos” and the lights came back on
because I just
You were 11 in 5th grade, yes?
HOLY MOTHER OF-
I KNEW IT FUCK YEAH MY LETTER JUST GOT LOST