Re-blog if you’re accepting anonymous asks from anyone about anything
i’m thankful my childhood was filled with imagination and bruises from playing outside, instead of apps and how many damn likes you get on a picture
Sometimes you end up never speaking to someone who meant the world to you again. And that’s okay. You cope and you survive. Don’t let your losses keep you back from new gains.
I am trying to prove a point .please, reblog this if you prefer trucks over cars.