I’m happy, and I still can’t sleep. I don’t know why. 4 hours in the past 3 days is just draining.
Boy it’s been a tough year.
someone is throwing snowballs at my window. maybe it’s a guy coming to confess his love to me
it was my brother..
I want to know how many people are reblogging this without understanding why the coffee’s there
It is you. It is fucking you. I cannot describe it anymore, it is you. You are the only one that I will ever want. I belong with you. You are my home. I look at you, and somehow I can see 50 years from now on the front porch of some old house in the middle of nowhere and we’re together. I need you. You are the only thing that matters. You are my good.