waking up cold: alright I need more blankies
waking up hot: covers thrown everywhere. sweat behind the kneecaps. 3 dead. the pillow is the sun. critical condition.
i’d rather use the mobile app than see some of your themes
I’ve been hurt so bad and I still love so hard. I admire my heart for that.
There comes a point where you just go, ‘Ultimately, I don’t really give a fuck any more
I think the saddest thing someone could ever say is ‘please don’t leave me’.