“I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.”
— Pablo Neruda (via coral)
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Whatever you need, i’ll give it to you. I just don’t want to lose you.
Please, stay with me.
How to get ready in the morning
Step 1: Stay in bed as long as you possibly can.
Step 2: Speed run.
bloody--roses