I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.
And that’s alright
(Source: honestliars, via zombieclown)
We're Brothers, You and I: emeraldscales: i have the urge tosort out all my thingsand throw...
i have the urge to
sort out all my things
and throw them all into two piles:
• things i do need
• things i don’t
and set fire to the latter
and restock my closets with the former.
and i want to cut my hair off
and fast for three weeks
(because i feel like a…
