You and I both know how this thing ends. I don’t know how, or when, and I don’t care where you’re living or what dope you’re shacked up with. You’re my girlfriend. We are endgame. I know that, and you know that.
(Source: moncheles, via michelesmonteith)
Nothing beats this kind of intimacy, when it’s about 3am and it feels like you’re the only two people in the world. There are no words or intentions, you’re just happy lying next to each other knowing that you never want to do this with anyone else. Just to consider that you’re each, essentially, a bag of bones and organs and muscles, and yet you’re both so much more than that because you’ve found each other and suddenly everything makes so much sense.
(Source: annieherweg, via drowning-under-water)
places you shouldn’t go when you want to actually get drafts done:
the kitten gif tag.
If you're ever sad remember that this cat exists. Also I love you.
(Source: superconsultinghusbands)