I’m in love with you. Yeah, it’s that bad. You’re so beautiful to me. Shut up, let me tell you, let me. Every time I look at your face, or even remember it, it wrecks me. And the way you are with me, and you’re just fun and you shit all over me and you make fun of me and you’re real. I don’t have enough time in any day, to think about you enough. I feel like I’m gonna live a thousand years cause that’s how long it’s gonna take me to have one thought about you, which is that I’m crazy about you. I don’t wanna be with anybody else. I don’t. I really don’t. I don’t think about women anymore. I think about you. I had a dream the other night that you and I were on a train. We were on this train and you were holding my hand. That’s the whole dream, you were holding my hand and I felt you holding my hand. I woke up and I couldn’t believe it wasn’t real.

Louis C. K. (via ganjachick)

iamagirlwithredhair:

itsmorifarty:

biologytextbook:

when someone taller than you hugs you and you kind of put your head on their chest and it feels really protective and warm like godamn if thats not the greatest shit in the world

alternatively, being the taller person and resting your chin on their head is so comforting because you feel like their protector and it’s like they need you and you feel wanted for a moment if brief and i just think thats equally as nice

you two should hug

(via haleywhaley)

lightiny0ureyes:

vibrant—summer:

When you get a cute text message, and you don’t reply for a few minutes. You just read it a few times then set down your phone and look off in the distance and think about it. and that smile curves on your lips. You read it again, and you can’t help but giggle, cause it’s such a good feeling. And you reply with something you don’t think is good enough to express how it made you feel.