Every single day.

sleepanddream:

Sometimes I want it to be him, almost as much as I need it not to be.

sleepanddream:

I don’t know why, but it’s hitting me really hard tonight.

go to a football game

go horseback riding

go rock climbing

go camping

give you my ipod

go go-carting

hit-or-miss:

poignant:(via loveyourchaos)

sleepanddream:

I do not know how to tell you that I feel like a child. Now, I know that I am not a woman (okay, we could argue definitions and semantics for ages) but there is an in-between. I feel so small and helpless sometimes. I want to tell you that when I was with Two and he held me and let me cry and then later held me and let me sleep and told me I was cute—not sexy or beautiful or the laughable voluptuous—and he was so much bigger than I am in how much space he takes up, not physically but with everything else his demand for things god it all felt right. I said I’m not in love with him and that is true but everything that happened with him happened… correctly.

I should just give these to you: I would hardly have to speak any more. The only problem is I’ve forgotten who some are for, who some are about. That would make things more difficult.

dearoldlove:

You woke me up every time you texted me late at night, but a year on and I’d do anything for one of those texts.

hit-or-miss:

a prisoner by =MalvaAlcea

kari-shma:

Day one hundred and four. (via celestephotography)