HAVE YOU EVER JUST REALLY WANTED TO KISS SOMEONE BUT YOU CANT
if you call me cutie there is a 759% chance that i will fall in love with you
I miss you, by “you” I don’t mean my ex. I mean you. Because you loved the things I didn’t about myself. I found it weird but I accepted it. We spent endless hours/ days together in a entire week. We spoke every single day and night before sleeping. I felt annoying and cryptic at times. Then maybe I was actually starting to annoy you. You maybe saw the real me and couldn’t stay just like everyone else couldn’t. And that’s fine because I’m used to it. But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss you. I miss you and I admit it. I miss the endless random conversations and i miss the arguing over pointless things.
i hate when babies cry like grow the fuck up and pay taxes