“Call me and tell me you miss me. Call me and tell me I’m on your mind as much as you are on mine.”
— (via flame)
love is pathetic
me laughing: بموت
me sad: بموت
me angry: بموت
me surprised: بموت
me annoyed: بموت
me with any emotion: بموت
“ما فائدة أن تحبني كثيراً ولا تفهمني، تفتقدني ولا تبحث عني؛ أن أكون ضمن أشيائك ولا أكون أهمها؟”
what’s the point of you loving me a lot but not understanding me, missing me but not searching for me; of me being a part of your life but not the most important one?
“ما فائدة أن تحبني كثيراً ولا تفهمني، تفتقدني ولا تبحث عني؛ أن أكون ضمن أشيائك ولا أكون أهمها؟”
what’s the point of you loving me a lot but not understanding me, missing me but not searching for me; of me being a part of your life but not the most important one?
Call me and tell me you miss me. Call me and tell me I’m on your mind as often as you’re on mine.
“ما فائدة أن تحبني كثيراً ولا تفهمني، تفتقدني ولا تبحث عني؛ أن أكون ضمن أشيائك ولا أكون أهمها؟”
what’s the point of you loving me a lot but not understanding me, missing me but not searching for me; of me being a part of your life but not the most important one?
Person: Do you want to hang out?
Me: I have to ask my mom.
Me: *Doesn’t ask her*
Me: She said no.
