I’m definitely Pro-Selfie. I think that anybody who’s Anti-Selfie is really just a hater. Because, truthfully, why shouldn’t people take pictures of themselves? When I’m on Instagram and I see that somebody took a picture of themselves, I’m like ‘Thank You’. I don’t need to see a picture of the sky, the trees, plants. There’s only one you. I could Google image search ‘the sky’ and I would probably see beautiful images to knock my socks off. But I can’t google, you know ‘what does my friend look like today?’ For you to be able to take a picture of yourself that you feel good enough about to share with the world - I think that’s a great thing.

Ezra Koenig (via damnthosebands)

(via tranjess)

When was the last time you ever asked how I was. You never check up on me.
That is how you make me feel insignificant.

Could you just think about how a year from now, we’ll all be gone. No more familiar faces in the hallways.

And the day you leave this place, you’ll remember what it’s taught you. It taught you how to be human. How to make mistakes and be compassionate, selfish and determined all at once. Taught you that seventeen was where recklessness came in. Found someone you loved being around because you really made me feel seventeen. Because seventeen year olds should be out there. We should be sneaking out on late nights. We should be going to that one secret spot with the city lights below us. We should share kisses even if you’re not certain if they are right for you. It was about taking risks. Experienced those days where you felt like you were the person you were supposed to be and then feel like a stranger to your own thoughts the next.

This was the journey that molded you into who you are.  Remember high school for what it was. Chaos.

 

My lips are a little swollen. How to fix

Two years ago my time was invested into a boy who put me second and I would look the other way when he did me wrong.
A year ago I planted kisses onto a body that had no room in their heart for me.
Today I am with a boy who wonders why I’m get so worried over the things I do and say. I never told him how scarring the past two years have been.
I never really told anybody.