so driving back from the city yesterday, i get a random text from what appears to be a middle school boy that texted the wrong number.
so does this make me a fucked up individual or
YOU ARE MY FAVORITE PERSON IN THE WORLD
IT’S BACK HAHAHAHA YES, MY FAVORITE FUCKING POST
"I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark." - (via blonde-buddha)