La esperaré entre cigarros y botellas…
— Gran Rah. (via escalera-alsuelo)
Quiet love, is what I love most. Where, you’re not really together, but people question if you are. Where you’re subtle with each other, theres no extreme PDA, but small hugs and sweet interactions in the hallway. Where you’re best friends, and a little more. When hanging out means laughing and joking and making as many sexual innuendos as possible. And just wandering for hours, or sitting on steps and leaning against each other, discussing books and music and everything else. Until the end, where we spend 10 to 15 minuets hugging and just holding each other, telling each other how much we love each other. Quiet love, where it’s not always obvious that we’re in love. But we both, to some extent, know that we are.
— Me and Him (via maybeimthecrazyone)
You make my head hurt and my heart stop. At this rate you’ll be the death of me. But what a lovely death it will be.
— scatty-disposition (via scatty-disposition)