a girl and her bed on sundays are an endless love affair.
note to self. (via rainysundaysandcoffee
I’d be his, if he asked.
I become attached to people I shouldn’t. I distance myself from the people who matter. I am bad with people. I am good at being alone. But I hate being lonely.
whose arms would I run and fall into
if I were drunk
in a room with everyone
I have ever loved.