Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.
Quite possibly my favorite post on tumblr.
Instant reblog, favourite post, easily
its on valentines day </3 aww :(
that’s well cute
I hope you call tonight because I need you right now
I hope you call tonight because it’s strange to fall asleep with out the sound of your voice
I hope you call tonight because I want to wish you good luck for tomorrow
I hope you call tonight because I want to tell you that I love you
Every time my phone freezes for a second or two I think that it’s because of your incoming call, but I realize that after that second or two is over that you probably won’t be calling tonight