† Enduring

The sweet touch of your hands and the warmth of your breath against my neck while you whisper under the blankets you never loved any other like me. And I truly believe in these words but I am nothing but forgetful, and I need want you to remind me of it

over and over and over and over and over and over and over
† I think that if I ever have kids, and they are upset, I won’t tell them that people are starving in China or anything like that because it wouldn’t change the fact that they were upset. And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn’t really change the fact that you have what you have. Good and bad.
The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via nnneurotic)
Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry. Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough.

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