you were the thrill of a lifetime, bonnie. © sage; two-thousand-and-fourteen.

❝ dear diary, there's this boy at school, and everyday I can't help but admire him from across the room... ❞ © hemmkinks

❝Every time I ran, I ran to you. I meant it every time I said I loved you.❞

When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose him all at once; you lose him in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and his scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in his closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of his that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there's a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that he's gone, forever—there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.

"You have a problem with falling, don't you?" "You have no idea." Cover by LilacLucas