Cold coffee in hand,
consequently, love. (via consequentlylove)
we’re all lonely and writing
words we would prefer.
I wonder if you still get a small smile on your lips when you say my name. Or whether it just passes through without feeling.
Hold my fucking hand, loser. We’re using the buddy system for the rest of our lives.
How I’m going to propose (via keepmywhiskeyneat)
it’s not Link,
it’s his cousin, Lonk