iwishyouwouid:                       You’re falling apart while…

iwishyouwouid:

                      You’re falling apart while falling for them; “one last time,” you
promise yourselves, for the longest eternity. It’s the moon, never
committing to stay the day, but giving you their whole night. Every time
they show, you’re a sunset, tinted all these wonderful colours that
they bring into your life. Every time they leave, it’s a sunrise, a
whole different flash of shades. It’s visceral. It’s passionate. It’s
hopelessly hopeful. This is S T Y L E