*banging my fists on a table* LET CASHIERS HAVE CHAIRS
He loved her and she loved him. She wanted him to say that. While he didn’t know how to say it. In the end they never said a thing.
I can’t stand it to think my life is going so fast and I’m not really living it.
Ernest Hemingway (via awkwarddly)
friend: hey how are you
me after a month of anxiety so bad I can’t eat sleep or unclench my jaw:







