Let me tell you my stories.
Let my voice fill your ears with my episodic revelations, realizations, thoughts, or even pointless comments. Listen to me as I learn to slowly express myself to you because I’m just that comfortable. Let me delete this tumblr account and all my other online journals, and let you be my journal. My diary. My best friend. Let me tell you endless stories about my dreams, my goals, my wants, my needs....
Head against his chest, curled up in his sweater, while falling fast asleep to his heartbeat. best. feeling. ever.
There's not much worth in telling the world when...
Some things just aren't worth fighting for.
As much as I have to say, I can’t explain it like I used to be able to.
J: Change is good.. right?
L: Especially when it's underwear.
Only you are responsible for what you feel and what you let happen. Remember that.