imagine finding out someone you’ve been friends with for god knows how long moves hundreds of miles away and then suggests to you that they’ve always thought of a possibility of you and them but never acted on it.

"Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers."

Margaret Atwood, In Other Worlds (via larmoyante)

ifyoucarryonthisway:

do boys even get crushes on girls do boys even like girls do boys even feel things 

(via toxation)