subject line: same.

 

atlanta, georgia

Birds of a feather, cut from the same stone, matched on paper.

Well, I’m not sure if I’ve ever met anyone like that, but there’s this boy who knows that Waffle House is the place I want to go when I’m happy at 3 in the afternoon and when I’m sad at 2 a.m.

And I think that must be what love feels like.