actually imagining myself driving a black jeep down a long road with my windows winded down, playing young girls by Bruno Mars on radio and singing it out loud, shades on. I guess life should be just this simple
"I hope you miss me sometimes."
— six word story (via (via exames)
(Source: meinherzistbeidir, via teddiesforbreakfast)
"And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go."
— She was always holding my hand (via everythingyoulovetoohate)