sometimes, just sometimes.
(via botoxclaude)
sometimes, just sometimes.
(via botoxclaude)
(Source: quitethelovelycreature)
(Source: young-reckless-fly, via jeithepeterpan)
This actually makes me trilingual.
(Source: radicallah, via jeithepeterpan)
I want to sit at park benches with you.
I want to count stars with you.
I want to take photographs of you.
I want to sing in the car to/with you.
I want to get into small fights with you.
I want to break rules with you.
I want to build forts with you.
I want to surprise you with gifts.
I want to see you laugh.
I want to see you cry.
I want to fill the spaces between our fingers.
I want to fill the almost unnoticeable gap between our lips.
I want you. I want you. I want you.
I just simply want you, with me.
(Source: hanthelion)
Everyone is always trying so hard to be in first place and all I want is a little space, so I settled for last. And I’m happy where I am, and the only difference between first and last is that it’s on opposite ends of the spectrum. So even if I’m last in their eyes, all I have to do is turn my back to them and I am once again first, in mine. My crazy, little logic.