Everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists:
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Why do I get bombarded with at least 2123423421341234123423 different feelings when I least want them? You know I’ll probably never stop believing in this but it’s so painful to wonder how many other people feel the same way.
Rae + the gang
The thing is, anxiety is a total bastard. It shape-shifts. It finds a face and things to latch onto and then it multiplies the threat.
e v e r y o n e ’ s got stuff really
#look how happy he is that she said no
the way he looks at her before the kiss
Love this gif.
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