i dont think parents realise taking things out on us and pointing everything that we’ve done wrong hurts. home is where we want to relax after a day of dealing with bitches, avoiding your crush and learning. just tell us nicely, not yell goddamnit
But as I continue living like this, I wonder what the point of living is.
Nothing in the world smells as good as the person you love.
do you ever just stare at yourself in the mirror in your underwear and get sad