Hristina. 18. ♥ My blog is what the inside of my mind looks like. P.s: You're fucking beautiful♥ The prettiest smiles hide the deepest secrets, The prettiest eyes have cried the most tears, & The kindest hearts have felt the most pain.
it probably seems like i cry over stupid shit but tbh i usually end up crying because i’ve stored up all of my upset feelings from multiple things rather than express them and then the littlest thing sets me off like spilling my drink may not be that big of a deal but when i’ve stored up that many negative emotions it feels like i busted a hole in the hoover dam