Nostalgia is a dirty liar that insists things were better than they seemed.
One day I just woke up and realized that I can’t touch yesterday. So why the heck was I letting it touch me?
ah yes it’s raining what a great excuse for why I’m at home
You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in one drop.
Don’t you get it? I chose you, over anyone else. I always fucking choose you.