I’m a late night conversation type of person.
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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@never-stop-loving-you
I’m a late night conversation type of person.
10/10 would bang. But also: 10/10 would care for you 10/10 would tuck you in 10/10 would cuddle 10/10 would make sure you get to sleep okay 10/10 would make you breakfast in the morning
If I can’t be weird with you then wtf
It’s just a spark,
But it’s enough to keep me going.
And when it’s dark out,
No one’s around,
It keeps glowing.
/lyr
Lass dich nicht auf mich ein
Baby, sonst brichst du noch.
-Provinz
Some people are a lot like clouds, you know
Cause life's so much brighter when they go
Bring me the horizon - medicine
“I’m selfish, I want you all to myself I swear you don’t need nobody else”
— PnB Rock - Selfish
“Hoping the hole in my heart would heal somehow.”
— Bring Me the Horizon
Some people are a lot like clouds, you know
Cause life's so much brighter when they go
Bring me the horizon - medicine
"It is not the walls that make the city, but the people who live within them. The walls of London may be battered, but the spirit of the Londoner stands resolute and undismayed." -King George VI
You've got to learn to leave the table when love's no longer being served.
- Nina Simone
Once the heart gets too heavy with pain, people don't cry. They just turn silent. Completely silent.
And I'm still hoping that maybe one day I'll get that drunk text from you saying how much you miss me. Not because I miss you, but because I hope you regret letting it end the way it did.
“One day someone is going to hug you so tight, that all of your broken pieces will stick back together.”
— Unknown
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