spare the rescue
All about long nights and good times.
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My heart hurts.

yeah

I could use this tonight — well, every night — but more so tonight.

It always hurts the most at night. I miss you and it kills me knowing someone else has you. I hate it.

"It’s still you.
It’s still you."
written by Margaret Atwood, Shapechangers in Winter (via coffeekaling)
bas3d-babe:

💋
4 am.