Rainy days are infinitely better with you.
“I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.”— Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl
(via goodreadss)
not to sound like a soft bitch but i’m really in the mood to fall asleep in someone’s arms
“i. mom there’s this girl i think she’s beautiful i think she could swallow stars entire galaxies the cosmos everyone and her eyes would still shine with stardust i like her, mom i like her so much it hurts. ii. all these imaginary conversations with you run through my head like a stuck record a broken record ‘mom there’s this girl’ ‘mom there’s this girl’ ‘mom there’s this girl’ but i’m a coward and i don’t dare to breathe these words whisper them taste them because i’m terrified of yours iii. and then you’re worried, mom you don’t like me crying in the dead of night and i swear i try so hard to tell you but the words never come out right”— seventh grade / r.s.
Hand kissing is sacred, high romance and I think we need to revive it
