I am that type of douchebag friend who doesn’t talk with you for weeks but still cares about you and hopes you still care too.
i rlly hope my friends realize this. Me nd my friends havent rlly kept in contact, but i still 100% care about my friends from like elementary school even though theyve probably practically forgotten my name by now
some guy added me on facebook
and when i accepted
he sent me a message saying “who r u”
(Source: peetasfakeleg)
what if a guy in a hoodie comes up to you and hands you a giant book and gives you a sly smirk. when you start to read it, you realize it’s a book about your entire life. would you read it to the end?
what if you read it up to where you are now and then you realize that there’s only like three pages left when you get there
but why is the guy wearing a hoodie
if there were only three pages left i would thank God.
About me
I know who I am. I think. What does it matter to you anyway, we both know you will only see me through your eyes, your lens, your clouded perception of me as a part of your twisted version of reality. So think what you will.
