'hey what's your otp'
i put my hands in my pockets casually, giving a nervous laugh. ‘w-what’s an otp’ i stutter. i take my hand out of my pocket to brush my hair back smoothly. a list falls out of the pocket. it begins to roll. it is going on seven blocks now. i begin to cry.
the quickest way to get to my heart is tagging me in a post
(Source: earthdad, via gwenstacy)
"Notice the people who are happy for your happiness, and sad for your sadness. They’re the ones who deserve special places in your heart."
i want to be the one you tell everything to at 4am when you can’t sleep