I’m tired of you being my first thought in the morning and my last thought at night when I’m probably not even one of yours
i dont understand girls who get creeped out if a lesbian thinks theyre hot because its like hell fuckin yea someone thinks im hot
We emotionally manipulated each other until we thought it was love.
I was just thinking about someone else touching you and now I can’t decide on whether I want to break their hands or my own.
One day, I’ll see you again.
It is perhaps sad books that best console us when we are sad, and to lonely service stations that we should drive when there is no one for us to hold or love.