The saddest things in the world:
-people forgotten on their birthdays
-old people eating alone
-animals left behind by their humans
I want all of my lasts to be with you.
Next time I start to develop a crush on someone please just punch me in the face instead
She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?