Your Wonderwall ~
I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.
— Humans of New York; Amman, Jordan  (via 90377)
I couldn’t even tell you what we are anymore. But what I can tell you is that there is nothing I want more than for you to hold me in your arms every night and to feel your heart beat in sync with mine.
— I miss your embrace erica-s-diary (via erica-s-diary)
Yung mga maliliit na bagay na nababanggit mo, na naaalala niya. 

Sabi ko kasi nung Monday, gusto ko ng Kitkat. Tapos kagabi binigay niya ‘to. Haaay. Little things that count 💕

Yung mga maliliit na bagay na nababanggit mo, na naaalala niya.

Sabi ko kasi nung Monday, gusto ko ng Kitkat. Tapos kagabi binigay niya ‘to. Haaay. Little things that count 💕

Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

— Some things are better left unsaid. - poppyflowerpoetry (via perfect)