(August 1st. 12:57AM)
“I found that bottle of whiskey you left at my apartment. You know the one you were saving for a special occasion? I think you leaving is a good enough reason to finally open it.”

(August 2nd. 4:07AM)
“Today was complete shit, I came home and you weren’t here what the fuck is wrong with you, why haven’t you come home yet?”

(August 2nd. 4:30AM)
“I never noticed how cold a bed can get when it’s left half empty. Maybe that explains why I’m cold all the time now, you left me half empty.”

(August 3rd. 3:55PM)
“I saw your mom today, she wouldn’t look me in the eyes. What the fuck did you tell her I did?”

(August 4th. 5:07AM)
“I fucking hate you.”

(August 4th. 5:08AM)
“Why did you leave?”

(August 4th. 5:10AM)
“Come home.”

(August 6th 3:22AM)
“I hate that this is goodbye. I miss you so goddamn much. I won’t bother you again. I’m sorry if you hate me. I love you.”

Texts I regret sending you. Part 2. (via jessielou24)

This created my personal headcanon that Steve is awkward as fuck with babies and holding one makes him ridiculously uncomfortable. it’s like, “It’s so tiny what do I do with it? Don’t crush it, don’t crush it, don’t crush. Oh God, it’s crying, what did I do? I must’ve done something. I broke it. My patriotism does nothing. Do I sing to it? Do I recite the Bill of Rights? I don’t even think I know the entire Bill of Rights. Wow, today is horrible.”