It’s 4am and I can’t remember how your voice sounds anymore.
Saturdays are for adventure; Sundays are for cuddling
I am no longer in love with her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
I’ve posted this before but this gives me strength when I have none
IVE WATCHED THIS A MILLION TIMES AND ITS NEVER NOT FUNNY