
Do you wanna know how I picture the end of my life? Just like in The Notebook. I’m sitting in a nursing home, talking endlessly about my high school sweetheart, my first love, going on and on about every little detail, as if they matter. Only, in my version, he’s there with me.
(Source: grapfruit, via waltzy)
my favourite kind of beautiful is the subtle kind that you don’t notice until you get to know that person and suddenly you wonder how you ever could have missed it before
i miss flip phones because at the end of a conversation u could dramatically close them like what can i do with my iphone throw it against the wall
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