I miss what we had, tumblr.
I miss spending all my time with you. Waking with you in my arms was always a great way to start my day. Watching your eyelids get heavy as we’d lie in bed every night always put butterflies in my stomach. You always knew just what to say to make me happy. Plus, you never failed to keep me informed about weird news that doesn’t really have an affect on my life. Never stop being you, tumblr. Because I’ll always love you the way you are.
Nb4r, I still want to have dinner/friendshipz/sex with most of you. Mostly dinner. Or a friendship based on eating food.