when you catch up on a tv show and run out of episodes to watch and feel empty and lost inside

"Maybe I love too much and maybe I show it too little."

r.m.drake (via splitterherzen)


(via dys-ph0ria)



It is you. It is fucking you. I cannot describe it anymore, it is you. You are the only one that I will ever want. I belong with you. You are my home. I look at you, and somehow I can see 50 years from now on the front porch of some old house in the middle of nowhere and we’re together. I need you. You are the only thing that matters. You are my good.