“How the hell did you ever pick me?
Honestly, I could sing you a song
But I don’t think words can express your beauty”—If I’m James Dean, You’re Audrey Hepburn - Sleeping with Sirens (via notromanticbuthopeful)
“I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.”—Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice (via vanished)
All my friends tell me I should move on I’m lying in the ocean, singing your song Ahhh, that’s how you sang it Loving you forever, can’t be wrong Even though you’re not here, won’t move on Ahhh, that’s how we played it
And there’s no remedy for memory your face is Like a melody, it won’t leave my head Your soul is haunting me and telling me That everything is fine But I wish I was dead
Everytime I close my eyes It’s like a dark paradise No one compares to you