I was sixteen, laying on my bedroom floor, choking on your goodbye and cigarette smoke with the 98 degree weather burning tears into my cheeks, screaming for my mother because I figured this was it, I was going to die without you because if I couldn’t wake up and see you sleepily mumbling my name into my hair I didn’t want to wake up at all.
I was seventeen, shaky breath, shaky knees, tired lungs and wet hair but I wasn’t drowning like last summer
7% cell phone battery
*sees classmate boyfriend out kissing on some other woman*
*would say something but I remember she didn’t let me copy her notes*
"that’s clearly not any of my business"
I’m not responsible for some perverted 45 year old dad lusting after me because I have a sparkly dress on and a big ass for a teenager. And if you think I am, then maybe you’re part of the problem.
17-year-old Clare Ettinger who was kicked out of her prom for the dress she was wearing.
love you clare(via lordemusic)