all the memories stay but he never does
sad lonely me
you think you’re ok until you’re up at 3am crying about everything and nothing all at once
I think I need someone (via hereyeswereempty)
wishing your mind flowed softly as the waves do against the sand
mmmhhm
marcbyjacobs yeESS
can I get some pretty loven"
“She was gas, and I was the pedal, we were the perfect speed.”
People are probably more likely to text when they’re driving in real life than when they’re playing Mariokart
somewhere I'll be loved