23 years old. Virginian. Only child. Preschool teacher. Proud pitbull mommy and advocate. One Tree Hill, Dawson's Creek, and True Blood obsessed. I love music, who doesn't?
Simple. Potty mouth. I yam what I yam.
I don’t think I even breathe when we’re not together. (…) All I do when we’re apart is think about you, and all I do when we’re together is panic. Because every second feels so important. And because I’m so out of control, I can’t help myself. I’m not even mine anymore, I’m yours, and what if you decide that you don’t want me? How could you want me like I want you?
Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell (via breannanas)