next week!

i’m just gonna reblog meaningless pictures now until i’m too tired to stay awake

i hate when people tell me things to help me “move on.” i don’t want to move on. I don’t want to forget. Actually, I want this to never have happened.

I thought I’ve been sad before. Nothing compares.

I know it’s unhealthy, but sometimes I just pretend he’s still here.

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