I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.
I want to roll over at 2 a.m. to a kiss from you not a text message
I have been away! Here are some recent photos!
I can’t help but think about how lovely it must be to wake up and have you at arms reach. To snuggle up closer to you and kiss your shoulder, because you’re finally next to me, my Barefoot Angel.
Colin got married
What. A. Mind. Fuck!
Not too shocking but there was no engagement. He reenlisted right after so im guessing they decided last minute to do so so they could stay together.
Idk. It doesnt really hurt. It is just really weird to think that my first love got married!
You miss her? Then book a ticket on the next flight get on a fucking plane and fly to her. Jump on a bus and ride five, six, eleven hours to see her beautiful face. Hitch hike from the other side of the country, in the rain, sunshine and the hail. Take your Mom’s car and drive for three hours and bang on her door, until she wakes up shitty but happy to see you. Sneak onto a train and journey for two hours. If you miss her as much as you say, then you will find a way to get to her. Even if that means you’re broke for two months, or tired for a week. If she matters as much as you say, you’ll find a way.
Copeland // California
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