I just can’t wrap my head around the idea of anyone ever looking at these smithereens and finding themselves in love with them all.
you are my world and i am a warm body to hold.
I only stick around because I honestly no longer remember what it’s like to be treated right.
I think I’ll only ever miss/like the idea of people I can’t have.
Met up with Robin and spoke to him again for the first time in 2014. Left with closure and an unopened jar of nutella. Life is so good right now. So fucking good.