If you could see what makes me think of you...
If you could see what makes me think of you...

thisismewaitingonyou:

forever reblog

GETTING THERE. Finally.
exactly.
fuck this summer.


John: Why didn’t you call? Why didn’t you call me? I mean is that i’m not deserved any words of your explanation except that letter? You could have called me. You couldn’t have given me a chance to change your mind? Didn’t you think you owe me that?
Savannah: Because just by hearing your voice i would have changed my mind. Is that all you want to hear, John? Is that you came all the way over here for me?… You thought it was easier for me without you? You thought every single day wasn’t a goddamn marathon in my life without you? 


Dick in my ass, I hate how this movie makes me feel like it should be my life. THIS IS HOW WE SHOULD FUCKING FEEL.

My Dearest Allie,
I couldn’t sleep last night because I know that it’s over between us. I’m not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I’ll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that’s what you’ve given me. That’s what I hope to give to you forever. I love you. I’ll be seeing you.
-Noah
jesus fucking christ.
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