They say nighttime is always the hardest, once the sun has given way to the dark shadows of the world. But sometimes it’s 9 AM and you’re driving down the street and a piece of dust glitters in the sunlight streaming through the window of your car and you remember how their eyes looked on that May morning when you really fell in love. And that shatters you to the bone.
~i miss you because distance sucks (via brennanat
Directly, or indirectly, everything we write is for someone.
I’m a ride or die Hugh Laurie fan
I need you to be clingy because I’m paranoid and I begin to think you don’t like me if you’re not.
~My fucked up brain (via emotionalfarts