trying to be the me without you is harder said than done. im trying to build myself up and i keep falling right back down again. i miss my bestfriend and i want her to come home so i can have a shoulder to cry on and tell everything to without being judged yet still getting an honest response. There is only one person i can tell everything to other than her and i feel like he is slowly slipping away. i put him in too many awkward positions when i tell him what on my mind yet i know that i can trust him to always be there for me no matter what. i miss my friends. i want my old life back.

theniftyfifties:

Vogue cover, ‘Red Rose’, August 1956.

 ugh i love vogue

hahahahahahaha i want this

what would happen if i got what i dream of? how fucked up would my life actually be?

i love them