i was heading home. i was on my way to the airport.



X: you came back.
O: i tried not to. i went on dates. i had a lot of great, first dates with guys who were planning to stay guys. but, you know, you have a great date and you want to go and tell your best friend about it. and my best friend is him. her. and then you have a few bad dates, and… she’s my best friend. she knows me. she loves me. she’s my boyfriend. at the end of the day. it’s her. even when she hurts me. even when i hate her.
X: she’s who you want to talk to.






"you’re a 32 bit, honey.”
“is that a good thing?”
“…if you’re a casual homeuser… then yeah!"


out takes.









"england is like drinking coffee. you don’t like it at first, because it can be bitter at times. but then the bitterness fades away & reveals its underlying elegance."


"every night that i lie down next to you, i cross my fingers hoping that i’ll wake up still with you because it’s that good."


"now, imagine you’re somewhere really lovely.” “but i am somewhere really lovely. i’m here with you."


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happy six months, better half. i can’t believe this has been our song for six years. thanks, dallas.



♥