“I’m all out of midnight phone calls and flowers sent to your door. I’m out of throwing letters off fire escapes and drawing a cathedral in the sand. I’m out of spray-painting your name on freeway overpasses. I’m low on cute names given between blankets and 9am. I’ve got no dramatic displays of public affection left. And now everyone else I ever love is going to think me boring. Because I used it all up on you.”— I Wrote This For You (via srsly)
The week is ending x infinity. Yay
And I've realized the mornings to me, is like a unicorn. You know it exists, but you just never ever fuggin see it.
Happy Birthday, Elvis.
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