unpredictable.
sabrina | sixteen | junior | canada
allisimpson-updates:
The other day,
you walked by me with your friends
and I could feel the pity in your stare.
Don’t you do that.
Don’t you look at what I had for you and call it weak.
Not when you were the one afraid of it.
Caitlyn Siehl, What We Buried (via demetriaslovato)

(Source: larmoyante)


settledheart:

it’s a metaphor, you see; you put the textbook in front of you, but you don’t give it the power to actually teach you anything


unpopuler:

food will never break my heart