Sorry I didn’t text back I don’t have anything 2 say
me: *is overwhelmed by things i absolutely have the time to do*
“Cuddle more, hate less.”
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“Do you ever wonder how many people’s dreams you have been in?”
— I wonder if you ever dreamed about me (via liebeficktunsalle)
I love hearing old songs I used to love, they’re like memories you can always go back to
I want to walk the streets of Paris with the one I love by my side and smell like a rose garden and exist like a faerie
Lerne zu warten. Entweder die Dinge ändern sich, oder dein Herz tut es.
I can’t imagine someone getting sweaty hands or feeling butterflies in their stomach when they look at me like I can’t imagine myself being the object of someone’s late night love fantasy
when you think you have nothing left you still have the moon, sunsets, your favorite music, paper to write on, warm clothes, new starts and your cute self
Eye contact, then that little smile
becoming an adult is essentially having all your friends in different cities and permanently missing someone