I don't even know any more... Helen. 19. British Australian.
Melbourne and Brisbane.
Sometimes I actually write stuff.
treat me like a college textbook. spend lots of money on me but never touch or look at me
I hope when you die you get to see your stats like how many times you laughed or told a lie or kissed or how many people loved you and how many people hated you and what you meant to people
Imagine Person A singing “You are my sunshine” as Person B slowly dies in their arms
what THE FUCK
I DIDN’T FUCKING NEED THAT RIGHT NOW
this also works for “can’t help falling in love”
also working for “thong song”