- me on my way home from class: oh man i'm gonna get so much work done let me make a to do list and get that shit done quickly and effectively i'm so pumped
- me the second i get home: nah
I think I might love you. I wish it was as simple as that. I miss you every second
Love is like head wound. It make you dizzy, you think you die, but you recover. Usually.
—Dorota (via lasttangothenarizona)