Ellie, 18. I love bands. And cats. And coffee. And playing my guitar. And Taylor. Still looking for a place to call home.
THIS IS SO IMPORTANT I STOPPED BREATHING
"How are your grades?"
"What are you majoring in?"
"Have you got a girlfriend?"
"What do you want to do when you graduate?"
i want to kiss you and take cute pictures with you and go on stupid dates but I also want kill you for making me feel things
I hate it when you get too fucked up from drinking and then you can’t drink certain drinks anymore because it tastes like that time you almost died.