I'm Marissa and i'm pretty ordinary.
16. New York.
it’s not a sunday unless you completely waste it then feel really sad around 8pm
i am so jealous of all the people who are comfortable with who they are physically and mentally
So i had to go to a wake today and started to cry as soon as i walked in the room. I ended up leaving after 20 minutes because i just couldn’t do it.
I crave intimacy but I get confused and uncomfortable when I’m shown even the slightest bit of attention or affection.
I don’t understand american school years what the fuck is a freshman or a sophomore why do you have these words instead of the numbers
what why would you use numbers
so IT FUCKING MAKES SENSE WHAT THE HELL IS A SOFT MOORE OR A FRESH MAN WHY ARE THE MEN FRESH
America makes no sense, as usual.
bless the person that actually made the chart
laughter from France
France what the fuck