It’s
the kind of intimacy that you just
can’t fake.
It’s the kind of intense, supernatural feeling
that only comes around
when all a person needs to do
is brush a fingertip against
your
arm, and you feel
like you may never breathe
again.
whenever i wanna cry i
think about Van Gogh he was such a nice
andlonely dude all he wanted
was for people to love him he ate yellow paint because he thought
it would get the happiness inside him oh god oh
godthat’s so sad i
can’t breathe
Remember when you
didnt know which band member was
whichRemember when you
didn’t know whose voice was
whose. Now its just
audio of someone:breathes me:Niall STOP
UGH