I am happy. I think I really am. But then I get sad. And sometimes it overwhelms me how sad I can get.
And finally I twist my heart round again, so that the bad is on the outside and the good is on the inside, and keep on trying to find a way of becoming what I would so like to be, and could be, if there weren’t any other people living in the world.
I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up, and the smile that follows. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I don’t want to share you.
I love you, really. You know I love you. I’ve never loved any one else the way I love you.
- Ernest Hemingway, from The Snows Of Kilimanjaro (via thewastedgeneration)
sometimes people are like sunshine and sometimes people are like rainclouds but thats ok because both are important to make the flowers grow
i love you