One of the worst things about losing a friend is how you feel all those years were wasted collecting information about them that now sits useless in your mind.
I read somewhere that it takes seven years to replace all the cells in your body. In seven years your brain will be new, but it will never be able to guarantee that those memories will fade.
I hate that I can’t shed you like dead skin.
"You smell that? That’s the smell of Regina’s character development."
“Is that what that is? I thought it was forest.”
Welcome to Maine- where there are monsters, witches, fairy tales, and Winchesters.
crawling my way to the end of this semester
so fucking over it.