"…but soon, our paths will intersect and we’ll find our way back.”
do you ever get that horrible feeling in your stomach because you can’t imagine anyone ever falling in love with you and wanting to spend the rest of their life with you
All I fucking want is you
do you ever get those pangs of anxiety where you feel like nobody likes you and nobody will ever like you and you will achieve nothing
I’d be hers, if she asked.
I want to be someone’s favorite person to talk to.
Fuck him. Get someone that wants you enough to give you a fucking text back. You know?
Drunk text me. Text me when the music is loud and there are girls dancing around you and you’re not quite coherent and you’re not quite yourself. Drunk text me that you love me or that you miss me or that I’m on your mind. Let the alcohol tell me all the things you won’t say sober.