Reblogging this shit because Jack Frost and Hiccup just broke my fucking heart. They should be sued for creating handsome fictional characters. *dies*
You are special and someone loves you.
Now we’re drowning in it
For your love I’m something so many ways
Tired and drunken with it
For your love I’m something so many ways strange
There are nights when we feel lonely, when we feel depressed. It is not because something happened, in fact, nothing did. It just feels like the world is so huge and there is no one beside us. The sky is endless and we can no longer see the stars because street lights overpower the beauty of those tiny dots. There’s the December air and the road is so silent, and we don’t have someone who will warm our cold hands and whisper in our ears about their wonders.
There are nights where we are lonely.