May 2013
Well you only need the light when it’s burning low. Only miss the sun when it starts to snow. Only know you love her when she’s letting go.
Why is it that every time we get off the phone I want to cry or punch my leg until it turns blue
“And so being young and dipped in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.”
– Edgar Allan Poe (via larmoyante)
