I told you I wouldn’t call, I told you I wouldn’t care but baby, climbing the walls gets me nowhere.
We don’t have to miss each other, come over.
We don’t have to fix each other, come over.
We don’t have to say forever, come over.
You don’t have to stay forever, come over.
I will always run back to you.
If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don’t want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it, too. I want them to be able to do whatever they want around me.
— Perks of Being a Wallflower (via 23quills)
