hey! i'm Denver. 18 years old. bands& bongtokes are what get me through. ease your mind.
Looking at him was like looking at the sun for too long. It hurt and left imprints of his face on your eyelids when you closed them, but at the same time it was much harder to look away because you were afraid that if you did, he’d be gone and all you’d ever see beyond that point was a darkness you’d never be able to shake off.
I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.
i miss when i was like 12 and it would be the night before a big field trip or something and i couldnt go to sleep because i was so excited. i miss being so into a book that i would stay up past my bed time reading it. everything seems so bland or something idk. i’m only 19 and everything is so tiring. i miss wanting to be awake
this is the realist shit on this website
I read every one of these to my wife until she screamed at me to shut up.