Posts tagged good things.
I am jealous of your bedsheets — the ones you wrap yourself in over and over when you are unreasonably cold for the season. I am jealous of the people who get to pass by you in the metro and who will never know your name. They don’t know that they are lucky, that their shoulders touch someone wonderful.
Don’t you cry no more.
when people i dont like touch me
when i saw the maine last september i asked all the guys to write down their favourite lyric and i finally got round to scanning and uploading them
i’ve lived. (by ✝ julia ✝)
OH. MY. GOD.
BEST. PRESIDENT. EVER.
SWEET LORD ALL MIGHTY WOW