palabrasquenuncapudedecir:
I miss seeing you every day. I miss your smile. I miss your laugh. I miss your voice. I miss your arms around me. I miss kissing you. I miss falling asleep with you. I miss the twitches you have in your sleep. I miss waking up with you. I miss spending all day in bed with you. I miss making love to you. I miss everything about you. I hate this distance. I know it’s not for long. I know it’s only been two weeks. But goodness do I miss you.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via spenceralthouse)
trying-to-lose:
I say you kill your heroes and fly