It happened that night at the beach, or maybe it was the countless late nights that I spent with you. And then you were gone, and I haven’t seen you since, and I’m still heartbroken, and I still think about you everyday, and when everyone else goes away I feel so alone. I’m so sad and I just want to feel something other than sad. Trying to fill the void but it’s just empty conversation and forced affection, which leads to more disappointment. So you lay in bed with this unconnected body, wondering if you’ll ever find someone so perfect again.
“I like people with depth, I like people with emotion, I like people with a strong mind, an interesting mind, a twisted mind, and also people that can make me smile.”—Abbey Lee Kershaw (via florida-sounds)
“You will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart always will be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.”—Miriam Adeney (via alexicon91)
You're so pretty please answerrrrr me this! Willy Wonka/Harry Potter intellectual discussion. Would you rather: Have your body inflated into a big huge balloon and float away into the sky OR be blown up into a big fat blueberry and rolled away by Oompa Loompas? (Bonus points if you can remember what scenes I'm referring to:)
I’d rather float into the sky. I don’t like blueberries!