“One regret dear world, that I am determined not to have when I am lying on my deathbed is that I did not kiss you enough.” —Hafiz of Persia (via usgroovykids)
I can't help but wonder...
…has what’s happened affected you as much as it has me?
Is there a tea that helps relieve heartache?
If so, what is it and where can I get some?
It hurts... so much...
I wonder if he ever reads these posts.
I wonder if he knows they’re all about him.
Reblog if your followers aren't just a number to you.
Sometimes I wonder....if you think about me as well. But often I have the sinking feeling that you don't.
It's a small trinket to be sure. And it may mean nothing to you, but it means the world to me.
I keep picturing bread racks in my bedroom...
…I think I’m working a BIIIIIT too much…. Maybe…
I wish you knew how much of my mind you take up.