daisyfairy:

sometimes i look at random people on the train or walking down the street and wonder about their day or what they had for breakfast or where they grew up and if they’re having a good or a bad day and i wonder if people do the same to me

qtiff:

Deep inside, you want them back. You want them to be the friend you once knew. They are in there somewhere, the old friend you once had. You want them to be your close friend again because you miss them. You miss the amazing times you guys had and it’d make you so happy if you could create new memories with the same old friend you had many years ago. You know that’d never happen though. They are just a distant memory.

han-alexander:

I am not perfect. Write me down on a piece of napkin and save me as a rough draft. Shove me into your pocket and forget about me. Covered in scribbles and coffee stains, I will quietly stay by your side. “Ahhh, I forgot about you,” you would quietly say as you stumble across me while doing…