Reblog if you lick or bite your lips, a lot.
and if you automatically did either one of the two, or both, don’t even fucking hesitate
I need a make out session so intense that I forget all my problems and possibly my name.
It my wisdom teeth out yesterday morning. Been sleeping off and on since I got back but I’m up for now lol
my uncle used to be one of those people who drove dead people to cemeteries and such
then he became a taxi driver and the person he was driving tapped his shoulder to ask a question and my uncle screamed really loud
I’m sure that’s what he thought.
The thing that sucks about mental illness is that if you aren’t depressed enough, suicidal enough, bad enough, nobody cares. Nobody cares until you reach their standard, and that standard is when your problem is bad enough to effect them
The amount of people who can relate to this makes me equally incredibly sad and immensely angry