You don’t need to buy me expensive things or take me out to dinner every night or even every weekend. I don’t need the world or want the world. I want the little things. If you push my hair out of face or rub my back. Or if you randomly kiss my cheek. Or text me randomly saying you miss me. Or if you make a tweet about me or post a picture of us on instagram. Then that’s all I care about. I want the little things. I care way more about that, than anything else.
Just for once can’t something work out for me.
you don’t know true agony unless you’ve gone from watching 5 seasons in 2 days to 1 episode a week
never trust anyone who can bite an ice cream without flinching that shit’s not natural
i dont understand people who only sleep with one pillow