Nothing like a Sunday to make you feel like you’re all alone in the world 👌
They told me to pour my heart into everything I do. So that’s what I did, I poured and poured and poured. Now they ask me why I’m so empty.
I don’t think I even breathe when we’re not together. (…) 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?
Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell (via breannanas)