Helena. Fifteen. Russia.
I just make edits and gifs, love food and Patrick Stump.
"Come on, breathe out my soul, there's too little space for it in your lungs, it's too tight...
But to tell the truth,
It's all my fault."
You got a lot of nerve and looks like the tables turning and now you’re wishing me well like you miss me. You got a dirty tongue and looks like the damage done is forever and it’s a long time to miss me.