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.
Via alive but not livingjust a friendly reminder that right now there are millions of people having sex and you’re on the computer by yourself in your room
(Source: angusandjuliastoned)






