Maybe one day we’ll meet again when we’re different people.
Maybe then we’ll be better for each other.
Unknown (via sanamarama)
i like it when it rains hard. it sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.
mark haddon, the curious incident of the dog in the night-time (via auroses)
I want you and I don’t want to be a luxury. I want you to need me. I want you to not be able to concentrate because you’re thinking about me. I want you to reach for your phone because you thought of something you have to share with me. I want you to not even be able to breathe at the thought of never seeing me again, because that’s how I feel about you.