I’ve spent most of the day remembering. Remembering how I felt when I was beside you. I’d wish it to have an off button but I like it too much :/
Can’t I just wear my pyjama pants to work? The registers hide my whole body waist down anywayyyyy :(
Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem.
― Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via wryer)
(Source: larmoyante)
Urgh, I need someone to come lay me down and love me.
