Love is a fragile thing, easily destroyed by dishonesty.
It’s you. It’s been you for the past 486 days. Since the moment I met you. It’s you at 2 in the morning or 4 in the afternoon. It’s you when I’m sleeping and studying and eating and laughing. You are everywhere and you are everything.
— 2am thoughts (via fluro)
…And honestly, I just can’t be home right now, because I hate knowing that you won’t be there when I get back.
— Reasons why I ran Away. (via lipstickstainsanddespairingveins)