It should’ve been us but bad timing convinced you to intertwine your soul with someone else’s.
no offense but mental illness has robbed me of so much
I need one of those long hugs where you kinda forget whatever else is happening around you for a minute.
Who else can relate ?
“You smell like home to me.”
— (via socotic)
i hate that i’m so absent as a person. i don’t start conversations. i can barely maintain them. i’m so weary and spaced out all the time to the point where i can’t even keep up small talk and i’m just so disappointed in myself
Does anyone else lie in bed at 2:30am filled with the crippling fear that they’re never going to accomplish anything in life and fail miserably or is that just me
“I have a million things to talk to you about. A million things we have to talk about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.”
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via goodreadss)
“If you’ve been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you - you will know that there comes in the end a sort of quietness. You feel as if nothing was ever going to happen again.”
— C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (via goodreadss)
making out is one of the most underrated things in the world of sex like one of the best feelings on earth is tongue on tongue, biting each other’s lips and pressing your bodies together and grinding your hips into each other while your breathing mixes and making out is just so ugh god
@2am-th0ughts never stop making out with me. I wanna be 80 and still doing it.
i’d be happy just to sit under the stars with your hand in mine
Me: *Sees one (1) possible sign of rejection*
Me:


