Remember we were gonna leave this city and make a life for ourselves. We were gonna dance and laugh and buy too many plants and listen to as much live music as possible and prove everyone wrong and kiss and hold hands and fall even more in love everyday. Remember when you promised that.
4am
everyone else is looking straight ahead, standing tall w their game faces on while poor scott is just like ‘what the fuck did I get myself into I just wanna go home’
when u lied on ur resume and still get the job
He estado nostálgico desde que nos conocimos, porque sé que siempre hay un último día para todo.
Escritor de sueños
me: talk less, smile more
me: don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for