SLEEPY BOYS ARE THE WORST AND BY WORST I MEAN ABSOLUTE BEST BECAUSE ADORABLE MESSY HAIR AND RASPY VOICES AND POUTY LIPS I JUST CANT DEAL WITH THIS
Maybe we were meant for someone else, for something else. It’s just so hard to move on from everything that was beautiful. It’s like waking up from a good dream, and realizing that reality is uglier than the worst nightmare you’ve ever had. It’s wanting so much to relive the moments that made you feel so alive, but knowing deep inside too, that you can’t; that it’s impossible now.