That feeling you get right after you paint your nails and you’re carefully touching everything but then there’s that one object that you hit just a little too hard and your nail polish is forever smudged.

So True
(Source: hakuna-matataa-means-no-worries)
I keep looking even though I know it will hurt every single time I do.
Maybe I want the pain to scar me so deep to the point where I know for sure I’ll never go back.
If you can’t be serious about where you’re going in life how can I expect you to be serious about us?