Sheltered and carried throughout my entire existence, and shown movies that grant unrealistic expectations in life: I've become the idiom of a hopeless romantic, with no real sense of how things actually work.
That’s the second time this week I’ve been compared to Ted Mosby by a random female.
Lost and confused, hopeless romantic with a penchant for eccentricities?
Yeah, I accept this.
how am i supposed to forget you when every time i go outside i see things that remind me of you
- garbage cans
- dog shit
- asshole people
- those babies that you want to punch in the face because they wont stop crying no matter what