February 2012
78 posts
on days like these
my mind can’t help but wander back to me and you in my front yard talking about anything that crossed our minds. sitting under the tree for hours at a time, taking breaks to take walks; on days like these the feelings i thought i had left behind come flooding back. These are the days I miss you the most
I've led you on WAY too far
I hate when people do this to me, and I turned right around and did it to you. I really didn’t mean to and I feel really awful. Fuck.
“You’ll meet her, she’s very pretty, even though sometimes she’s sad for many...”
– Pan’s Labyrinth, El Laberinto del Fauno (via -moonshine-)
