iwishyouwouid: You’re falling apart while falling for them; “one last time,” y
iwishyouwouid: You’re falling apart while falling for them; “one last time,” you promise yourselves, for the longest eternity. It’s the moon, never committing to stay the day, but giving you their whole night. Every time they show, you’re a sunset, tinted all these wonderful colours that they bring into your life. Every time they leave, it’s a sunrise, a whole different flash of shades. It’s visceral. It’s passionate. It’s hopelessly hopeful. This is S T Y L E -- source link