And I’d choose you; in a hundred different lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.
— Kiersten White (via i-want-to-be-loved-by-you-alone)
I…I told you nobody makes me feel like you do. You make me feel so big, yet so small. So special and important yet so god damn insignificant, you make me feel like I’m falling when I’m standing still and I miss you when you’re gone so much it hurts. I feel like I’m sleeping when I’m not with you, that I never really lived till I met you. Every time you laugh or smile at me I swear I think I’m about to die and that I’d actually be OK with that.
Why is everyone so obsessed with the idea of love? If you’re dying to be hurt so badly, I’ve got a baseball bat for that.
Why is everyone so obsessed with the idea of love?
If you’re dying to be hurt so badly, I’ve got a baseball bat for that.