"You are the first morning thought, the last evening sigh, and every goddamn thing in between."
"Oh shit she’s pissed, better ignore her for a few hours and make her even angrier"
Like every fucking guy I swear to god (via paralacking)
"You will fall in love with me. Then, just months later, you will fall out. I will pretend the entire time that I don’t know it’s coming."
Miles Walser, excerpt from “A Sonnet of Invented Memories”