“I have so much of you in my heart.”— John Keats
I love love. I love being in love. I don't care what it does to me.
Romanticizing your own loneliness and turning it into a cool girl thing only works for like a few months and then it just becomes a throbbing black hole i think. Not that ive ever experienced anything like that
(via intensional)
“At least I’m not as sad as I used to be.”— fun.
Sherlock Holmes reminds me of my ex and I’m realizing that’s probably a bad thing
