I wonder whose arms I would run and fall into, if I was drunk in a room with every person I have ever loved.
The real question is who in that room would still catch you.
woah. this was already intense, but that last comment hit hard.
"I struggle with wanting you all the time, so please don’t mistake my silence for indifference. It’s just I have to hold myself back because I feel too much. Too often. Too wildly out of my control." (via catasterismes)
(Source: absentions, via donewithyouu)