I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.
May 18th / 154,464 notes
I’m the hero of this story, don’t need to be saved
May 15th / 0 notes
So tell me darling do wish we’d fall in love?
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