We’re not something, but we’re not nothing.
i said this to myself in my head when i was inexcusably drunk one night at a party and saw this guy (of mine?) giving his hands, his heart and his admiration to someone else. i couldn’t be mad because he wasn’t mine, but he also wasn’t hers either (via floricawild)
She drinks black coffee even though she doesn’t really like the taste.
When someone I’m close to was asked to describe me to somebody who’d never met me before, he said a number of things. Except, he didn’t describe my outside appearance. Instead, he described tiny details he’d noticed about me over time, and this is one of my favourites. (via lemondais)
The devil doesn’t come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns. He comes as everything you’ve ever wished for.
I think I might always be in some kind of love with you.