“Suddenly you’re 21 and you’re screaming along in the car to all the songs you listened to when you were sad in middle school and everything is different but everything is good.”

– (via sinking-with-society)



“I just hope that one day—preferably when we’re both blind drunk—we can talk about it.”

– J.D. Salinger (via missinyouiskillingme)

If you won’t sing in the car with me when we drive, we can’t be friends

I want to take care of you so bad and make sure you have your breakfast every morning or wake you up for important appointments just to hear you say you don’t want to go in your sleepy voice, tired with night and cave in so I can cuddle you back to sleep. I want to make sure you come home to a great spread of dinner, or wait for you at the bus stop with steaming hot coffee when you get off work. I want to help you do your work even if it means late nights with no sleep. Damn it, I want to even do your laundry, fold your clothes and leave love letters in the sleeves of your favourite sweater so you’ll find it when you put in on.

I just want to be yours so that I can take care of you, and be your safety net to catch you whenever you just need to let go of yourself.

I love you.

But life won’t let that happen.

– (via annatasha)