Why do people never want to tell you their middle name like who gives a shit its not a nuclear launch code its your damn name
Sometimes when I talk to myself I spontaneously change die Sprache von Englisch zu Deutsch oder andersrum.
I don’t like the fact that it’s December, and that in less than a month it’ll be a new year. And then 12 months later I’ll be exactly where I am right now. Reblogging shit like it even means something.
have you ever thought about how many people think about you? it’s so bizarre. imagine someone, out of the blue, thinking of your face. something happens; they remember you. your favorite song, how you dress, the way you talk, the look in your eyes when you are happy. they remember that about you, even if you haven’t seen each other in years. everything in life is a reminder of a person, a place, a moment. you may think you’ve forgotten, but you haven’t.