The Iron Price
**Just so you know, most of the things I post I find on Reddit. I have no editing talent and cannot make a .gif to save my life.
You don’t really ever know how well your relationship is going until you see how bad someone else’s is.
I love you, Rachael. I’m incredibly happy that we have so much trust and respect for each other and are never violent towards one another.
John Green: Most predictably fantastic father ever.
(Source: lobstercardigan, via porcelainivoryvalyriansteel)
I’m a terrible friend…
Hello, I feel like it’s time for another diary post because I’ve had so much shit on my mind it’s getting ridiculous and a little hard to handle.
I have no friends. Why? Because I’m a fucking idiot who lets go when things get too hard and when I feel ignored and forgotten. So basically, I walk away from my friends because I feel they don’t pay attention to me anymore. Amazing, isn’t it? I mean, I have some friends… but not ones who I hang out with. There’s Brittany, Maggie, and Jimmy, but they’re people I lived with and don’t see often and hardly ever talk to. I just wish I had real friends who text me all the time and ask to hang out again, but I know I’m the one who ruined all of those friendships.
