if we go to a restaurant and have to choose between a table or a booth and you say table i will never trust you again
Perhaps we’re not magic anymore. Perhaps we’re just comfortable. We just know our way around one another. We know which wounds to cauterize and which to let bleed.
|—||Donna-Marie Riley (via five—a—day)|
IM FUCKING DYINg
Give me a man with a little fight in him, a man who calls me on my bullshit. (But who also kind of likes my bullshit.)
|—||Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl (via introspectivepoet)|
I would sit in a parking lot with you at 2am
A serious girl, when she finds someone who calms her spirit and quiets her busy thoughts, will love you so fiercely, it will defy even her own logic and reasoning.
|—||Unknown (via dingyfeathers)|