My mother named me Arta. I have existed for 20 full years. I live in an okay place called Latvia. You're about to read my mind. It's filled with words and beautiful skies. I am not doing well
difficult:
“I want you to drunk text me. I want you to think about me. Please fucking think about me sometimes because the only thing I do is think about you” — (via nakedly)
“I want you to drunk text me. I want you to think about me. Please fucking think about me sometimes because the only thing I do is think about you”
— (via nakedly)
tiredbtw:
all i wanna do is hear from u
lightdisappearsanddemonssayhey: