bullshit, you fucking miss me.there i said it, i guess i’ll talk to you in a few months
"so do you have a boyfriend?"
I begin to sweat, fumbling. I’m trying to shove them back into my pockets but it’s too late. thousands upon thousands of pictures of godzilla spill from my hands and into the floor, covered in kiss marks. there are so many.
- J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via pale-afternoon)
- (via whereoursoulmeetsbody)