holy shit.
When this gets 100k notes I will scream
i wish i could write like this
Hey my poem
Flower Boy Next Door: Give me all the still, collected girls and the hyperactive goobers they love. I will ship them all. ♥♥♥♥♥
so I got these shirts…………………………..and I lOVE ThemMM
“I love you to the moon and back” dkscosjc whereeee
Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.
never not reblog
its the X. The X is what gets me every time.