"All I wanted was to receive the love I gave."
days, hours and minutes until my overseas adventure begins with the greatest person in the entire universe. it hasn’t struck me properly, and it probably wont entirely until were buckled in low and tight and bracing ourselves for that plane to lift us into the skies, i am so fucking terrified and beyond a level of excitement i ever thought possible. we will fight every single second, i will want to rip my hair out at the way he’ll insist on following maps, and how he’ll double triple gazillion times check everything. He will want to die of embarrassment every time I lose my mind at something new and incredible, or when i eat every thing in sight at the patisseries. We will disagree on everything possible, but we will love it all of it, explosively. We will make love in every hotel, we will be in love every night we fall asleep somewhere new and wonderful. I would never let him know it, but I am the one following him. He is leading me through this incredible experience and showing me the world, I wouldnt wish to have it any other way. I would follow him anywhere, he is the kite and I am the string, and on June 22 I know we’ll be floating strung up high together, colourful and strong on the breeze of excitement and travel and new and love and light
i hope you get to fuck somebody to an arctic monkeys song
how am i supposed to embrace change if i cant even order something different from mcdonalds
"What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction."
"When someone makes you the happiest person and the saddest person at the same time, that’s when it’s real. That’s when it’s worth something."
I get so sad when I think about all the secrets I shared with you and how well we knew how each other’s brains worked and now we’re just strangers again.