what is this show it looks like a showcase of Rihanna’s hair through the ages
I’ve finally realized the difference between loving someone and missing someone. When I loved you, you were the world, your laugh was the only thing that stopped me from shattering and the way you kissed me could stop my heart. I do not love you anymore. But I do miss you. I finally see that there are so many wonderful things in the world, I just wish you were still in mine. I haven’t heard your laugh in a few months and that’s okay, I’ve found other ways to hold myself together, but sometimes it plays in my head and I ache for the way it made me smile. I don’t want to kiss you anymore but on nights when loneliness hits the wall and plunges into my chest, the absence of your lips on mine makes me feel sick. I don’t love you. But I really really miss you.
Does anyone get upset when you’re dreaming and it ends on a cliffhanger? I’m dead serious I can’t tell you how many times I’m having a good or weird dream then wake up like OMG WHAT DID HE FIND OUT IS HE OK WHAT SHOULD I- fuck what was I dreaming about again
Tumblr law: Always reblog the queen.
If you don’t have this on your blog at least once, get out.