brains say, “I know a spot” and take you to a traumatic memory from 2011
if we’re dating and you see me lying down on my bed, you’re 100% allowed to just lay down on top of me
me: *is left alone with my thoughts for more than two seconds*
me: the suffering begins
It all comes to the last person you think of at night. That’s where your heart is.
I like clingy. I like attention. I like affection. I like double texts. I like random calls. I like paragraphs.
let me sleep in ur stupid t-shirts and hold ur dumb hand u piece of shit
