You’re two disenfranchised individuals and you’re drawn to one another. You see it in her before she sees it in you—you’re older, wiser, or something like that; but she does see it. Very old and the very last. You understand each other perfectly.
The Scottish girl in the English village, and the homeless man. You find connection in your disconnects. (x)
Ugggghhhh the feels. ;__;
(Source: pondism)
