You know you’re in love with somebody when you wake up next to them, comfortable despite your breath smelling like the week-old water at the bottom of a vase, when you are terribly excited to see them, to talk to them again, having missed them after all that sleep.
Elliot Perlman (via thaosays)Wednesday Feb 2 @ 03:43pm
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