I-need-some-space-man-blog - Lexi :)

Believe me, Professor, I’ve been asking myself the same question for six years.

Me …………. 

*looks up at the night sky* *sees more stars than usual* *mood immediately lifts by 93%*

Galactic Milkyway. by Oliver Kay Photography on Flickr.

Drunk text me. Let me know that when you’re at your most vulnerable, I’m the one on your mind. Call me at three in the morning when you’ve had a nightmare. I’ll come running to hold you. Show up at my door, no flowers, no gifts, and when I ask you why, tell me that you just wanted to see me. Hold my hand. Kiss my nose. Dance with me in the middle of the street. Tell me how much I matter to you, and when I roll my eyes, tell me again. Write me a letter. Sing me a song. Cuddle with me. Please, I just want to know how you feel.

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write