Brooklyn Roasting, Dumbo.

I couldn’t properly answer him without laughing in between and mumbling through my words because for awhile it was mostly me, and for a time I never grew used to people asking how I was. I found myself drifting into conversation, wondering if my presence was even worth noting.

"You get so quiet, I often wonder what runs through that little head of yours," he said. Many things, I wanted to tell him. Mostly you.

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if you are sat in a coffee shop for a day (with harry), i imagine this would be what the playlist would sound like 

you and i - ingrid michaelson// banana pancakes - jack johnson// cherry wine - hozier// goodnight (acoustic) -cher lloyd// patient love (acoustic) - passenger// paper sails - stu larsen// i’m yours - jason mraz// a drop in the ocean - ron pope// new soul - yael naïm// fifteen - foy vance// gold rush - ed sheeran// lucky - jason mraz and colbie caillat// can’t help falling in love - tyler joseph// skinny love - bon iver// she - ed sheeran// let her go (acoustic) - passenger// bubbly - colbie caillat// meet virginia - train// come on get higher - matt nathanson// 

Toby’s Estate, West Village New York.

"It’s not real you know, whatever it is you’re holding on to."

The thought suddenly registers, and all the soft voices from the nearby crowd slowly fade. We both stare at the dim-lit candle, and I tell her the truth.

"That’s why I prefer fiction. It’s so much better knowing you’re able to control what happens next."