FOUR DAYS:
and I will have my butt on a plane to Brooklyn, New York. I can not be anymore happy right now, I need to leave more than anything right now. Escaping reality for a bit never hurts.
(500) days of summer
Movie just started on tv. Yes it’s late but I don’t care. Im happy, come join? Maybe cuddle a bit.
I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.
I’m nowhere near that special.
(Source: honestliars)
Just booked my flight.
I could not be more excited, heading to New York for a week to do anything and everything with my best friend.
