I always go to sleep really late on Fridays thinking that maybe you’ll come round.
Lame.
“I think too much. I think ahead. I think behind. I think sideways. I think it all. If it exists, I’ve fucking thought of it.”
– Winona Ryder (via wanduring)
I’m afraid of
a lot of things,
but mostly,
most sincerely,
I am afraid of
being completely
unraveled by you,
and you finding nothing
you want in here.
