I want all of it. Your sleepy mumbling. Your drunken embarrassment. Your silly faces. Your anger. Your dance moves. Your anxiety. Your apologies. Your sadness. Your stern looks. Your claustrophobia. Your exasperated tone. Your frustrations. Your past. I want all of it. I want all of you.
(Quelle: scrubsandkilos, via paradoks-zycia)
My heart will always be soft. I will never stop looking for the good and love in everything. You can’t take that away from me.
(via mentholsaint)