“I’ll never get over how much time I wasted on you..”
“Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed. She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to. She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three. Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap. Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her. You say: I dated her a while back. You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume. You say: She was younger than me. You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered. You say: It’s nothing now. You don’t say: But it was everything then.”
“I hope you look for me in everyone else and panic when you realize that they’ll never be exactly the same.”



everytime it gets close to October i start reblogging the fuck out of this

One toke ah ah ah, two rips ah ah ah. Its the C-O-U-N-T-D-O-double-G

Chris lmao


So this is what trust looks like.

this is what it feels like

The XX <3