Now can we fall in love while ‘Southernplayalistic’ banging through the night?
At least I fell in love with something greater than committing suicide
Hold their hand and then never touch their skin again,
See them nearly everyday and pretend they don’t exist,
Act like everything you ever said to them was a lie."
— x (via blindthoughts)
— Stephanie Perkins, Anna and the French Kiss. (via blindthoughts)