I miss RGBurger milkshakes.
While i was thinking of ways to tell you that i love you, you were thinking of ways to tell me that it’s over..
I don’t even want you in my life anymore.
Aaahhhh!! If I ever have kids I want their doctor to be this guy! Well done, sir!
People always say that it hurts at night and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken. But sometimes it’s 9am on a Tuesday morning and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up. And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much you don’t know what to do with your hands.
— Rosie Scanlan, “On Missing Them”