(Source: thelunaticyourelookingfor)
All I wanted was someone to sing to me, someone to laugh with, someone to use nerdy flirts on. I wanted someone to read to me, to tell me sweet things. I wanted someone to tease me and hold me and pretend to be mad. I wanted someone that I could fall asleep with. I wanted to fall in unbearable uncontrollable love with someone. It’s you.
Is this going to be a recurring thing?
He does this accent thing when he sings Elton John.
My pillow smells like my cousin. I am okay with this.
Don’t tell me I never gave you a chance. You’ve had a hundred million chances, a lifetime of them. You fucked up and I’m not putting up with it anymore.
