Call your mother. Tell her you love her. Remember you’re the only person who knows what her heart sounds like from the inside.

wow this made me sad. (via jumpscare)

Omg

(via nvmbr10th)

windexbottles:

mother: ew what are you like twelve

baby

hell is empty and all the devils are here.
― shakespeare (via cllaaaiiirre)

kingorb:

shisnojon:

im sorry im sorry i fucked up so bad by making this

play this at my funeral