I just want somebody who will never stop choosing me.
Or what you don’t feel(via sonnenaufgangsstimmung)
Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it’s too late. Say what you’re feeling. Waiting is a mistake.
Every part of me wants you.
Of having no one to write home to.(via superfluous-thoughts)
I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love.
I am fucking insane but my intentions are gold and my heart is pure.
I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’