I’m miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
it doesn’t matter how many “pretend to be dating” fics i read, i’m always fucking in it headfirst every time and i fall for that shit every time. i know the pattern i know the plot twists i know what’s gonna happen but every single fucking time i’m fucking on the edge of my seat wide-eyed whispering like “what’s gonna happen are they gonna fall in love” to myself like of course they are you fucking idiot this happens EVERY TIME but as soon as i see the description and it’s like “x person and x person pretend to do the dating” it’s eternal sunshine of the stupidest fucking mind over here
It was just brilliant. We should go back/hold another one. I do like this picture, the photographer must have been extraordinarily skilled!
Oh totally, I’ll just dig out my spare set of graduation robes and my mortarboard and meet you in Lancaster the day after tomorrow?? ;)
Yeah, they must have been… can’t imagine who on earth it was…
In many ways she was as cool and competent as Henry; tough-minded and solitary in her habits, and in many ways as aloof.
T.S. Eliot - The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (fragments)