jordan ayana.
twenty-one.
social media sage.
tea connoisseur.
serial monogamist.
writer of poetry when convenient.

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“'I don't think I even breathe when we're not together,' she whispered. 'Which means, when I see you on Monday morning, it's been like sixty hours since I've taken a breath. That's probably why I'm so crabby, and why I snap at you. All I do when we're apart is think about you, and all I do when we're together is panic. Because every second feels so important. And because I'm so out of control, I can't help myself. I'm not even mine anymore, I'm yours, and what if you decide that you don't want me? How could you want me like I want you?'”

Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park (via broadens)

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burgrs:

ur a cutie and if anyone tells u otherwise let me know i will light them on fire

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