i miss the generations when a guy had to ask a girl out by asking her parents, where a girl could just be beautiful in a tshirt, where bubonic plagues decimated villages across europe and left a third of the population dead
“As I see it, you are living with something that you keep hidden deep inside. Something heavy. I felt it from the first time I met you. You have a strong gaze, as if you have made up your mind about something. To tell you the truth, I myself carry such things around inside. Heavy things. That is how I can see it in you.”—Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via fabula)
I’m fucking fine, just cuddling rules. I guess I’m a little bummed the guy didn’t show up, but once again, at least I got noticed. Confidence is still up. YAY. We need to be shitfaced together. It’d be awesome.