i’m a nice person i just hate everyone
London. Paris. Sydney. Places to go. Depression. Suicide. Photography. Are a part of my life. I love passionately. Or not at all. I hate the place I'm in. But someone is keeping me here.
i actually like asshole couples best like the couples that pick on each other so much and call each other names but it’s okay because you know they’re actually totally in love and none of it is meant in a mean way and every insult is punctuated by a sweet comment to remind the other how much they actually adore them and i’m sorry but there isn’t anything cuter ok