Once you get a taste of sleeping next to someone, sleeping alone in your own bed really sucks.
please reblog this if it is okay to anonymously confess something to you
and suddenly all the love songs are about you
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.