But I’m so lost.
So we’re done? I’m the best that you ever had, face it.
Are dating? Are we fucking? Are we best friends? Are we something? In between that, I wish we never fucked and I mean that.
But not really. You say the nastiest shit in bed- and its fucking awesome.
Sometimes Childish Gambino is all I need in life.
I can’t get my thoughts straight. As my dearest friends came to resemble complete strangers, I began to wonder what if these people were my friends. How would my life be different. What if I were with him instead of you? What would I do?
I’m lost. You say my name like words that I made up. How am I supposed to do this? Where are we? Where do we stand? I can’t speak.
I cry whenever I see these bikes. White bikes around cities mean that that is where a biker died in a car accident. Rest in Peace.
(Source: preciousd)
Have you ever wondered, if when you are thinking of me, if I am thinking of you too? Because I wonder that all the time. If somehow, we are truly connected.
The awkward moment when you wave at someone you think is waving at you.
by Aled Lewis
