our life is like a movies, not fairytales, but there are plot twist too. there are happy moments sad moments, tragedy and such.
me: *doesn’t have a gf* me: I love my gf
just know that these streets just dont love you like I do
storms don’t last forever
electrichills (via electrichills)
you can always count on the caffeine addict to have bunch of coffee photos for no reason
so i want to call you. every cell in my body is screaming at me to just pick up the phone. just pick up the phone. but even though it’s against my nature i must stay silent. must wait. wait for the message, the phone call, that the sane part of my brain knows is never coming. i want to sit and make you miss me. make you wonder if i’m thinking of you. but the longer this silence goes on the more i know that you aren’t thinking of me. you don’t miss me, if you did i wouldn’t be sitting here begging myself to not pick up the phone. just pick up the fucking phone.
4am