child 1: I really like screaming
child 2: yeah me too
child 1: let’s screamAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
child 2: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
both children: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
*tries to get eight hours sleep in 3 hours*
are we just gonna ignore the fact that charlotte and twincer fucked w so many IRRELEVANT PPL THAT DONT MEAN SHIT IN THE END
I’d cross oceans for u xo
speaking as someone who has literally crossed oceans for people, don’t
Well, you’ll break his heart and he’ll break yours. But you won’t forget each other, even if one day you walk past him and neither of you acknowledges it. That’s the thing about first loves, you never forget them, they are the only person who gets your whole untouched heart. They get all the love you’ve saved up for this moment and they get to keep it forever. You may never speak again but you can guarantee that you can still picture his eyes looking into yours as he said those three words, the way he kissed you afterwards and couldn’t stop repeating those words over and over until you were both too tired to speak. However you’ll also always remember the last time he said those three words, and told you that he was going to come back for you, the way he made you believe that a happy ending did exist for both of you. Those memories will come back to you in waves, all the firsts and all the lasts, the good and the bad, but what’s important is the fact that your first love is just that, the first but not the last.
from me to you (via gemmarambles)
You're not the same boy and I'm not the same girl we were when we fell in and out of love. That is both heart-wrenching and relieving.
I still remember who you were
someone needs to take the taylor swift subreddit away from me
who else wants to go on a drive at 1am until we forget about what’s bothering us
Lucida is defined as the brightest star in a constellation. And in the constellation of my life, well, you were the lucida.
(via pretty-prose)
I imagine being states, continents, and even worlds apart but still remembering you, being you halfway around the world someday
siempre estás en mi mente