I honestly have no idea what I want. Seeing you again makes my head hurt. My soul aches to touch yours, to be close again. I don’t know if I want that to happen, because it just means in a few weeks I’ll be cradling my broken heart again, and I don’t know if I can fix it. I don’t know what I need or what I want or what I should do.

All I know is that when you looked at me with those big brown eyes, you had my love and you were never going to give it back.

—  For the loved and the lost

so okay, i don’t want to be a traitor to my generation and all but i don’t get how guys dress today. i mean, come on, it looks like they just fell out of bed and put on some baggy pants and take their greasy hair — eww! — and cover it up with a backwards cap and like, we’re expected to swoon? i don’t think so!