Sometimes an understanding silence was better than a bunch of meaningless words.
I think she’s special. She doesn’t need anyone. Like that’s the thing. Even if we were together, she wouldn’t really belong to me. She doesn’t belong to anything. She’s off in her own world…
A lion doesn’t concern himself with the opinions of a sheep.
I will not be your “sometimes”.
Six Word Story #2 (via whispersofstardust)
it’s about who you miss at 2 in the afternoon when you’re busy, not 2 in the morning when you’re lonely.