That second to last panel is chilling.
me: fuck that
Don’t count your chickens before they hatch.
I’m actually so confused rn, FUCK
wow this is so fucking relevant right now (via emptiness-isthenew-black)
(via karinakinss): "Is it just a bad night or am I getting bad again?"
I’d rather txt you good night at 11 and stay awake for another 2 hours and not have to worry about if you’re gonna txt me back or not, then keep texting you and you not txt me back.
So fucking true.
*three hours later*