didn’t know what this would be

but I knew I didn’t see

what you thought

you saw in me…

{x}

Hope? 

the way he looks at her…

“Without Serena van der Woodsen, who would I have dreamt about? I might have spent my whole life on the outside, if you hadn’t let me in…”

Every aching wound will cauterize and bruise,

in memory of what we used to call in love…

And only time will tell if violins will swell,  

in memory of what we used to call in love.

We used to call it love…