I hope when you die you get to see your stats like how many times you laughed or told a lie or kissed or how many people loved you and how many people hated you and what you meant to people
- Sylvia Plath (via soulsscrawl)
why couldn’t i be born with an older brother who is my best friend and has hot friends that flirt with me and drives me places like mcdonalds when im sad and punches rude boys in the face for me.
‘if the bride and groom would now like to exchange their vows’ the priest says
‘a, e, i, o, u’ the bride whispers