It’s so hard to fall asleep at night. Every position I roll into, I know how you form around me but you’re not here to hold me. I miss you so fucking bad; there are universes, gardens, villages dying inside of me. I promised myself I would never get attached to someone like this. But you were so beautiful, so calming. When we touched, I could feel myself grow warm and I thought I would be okay. Now I’m laying between cold, wrinkled sheets and I can still taste you on the tip of my tongue saying, “I’ll miss you but we’ll be okay.”
summer has begun but it’s a cold, long winter in my heart.
Workout buddies come in all sizes.
he looks a little worried
“fuc- it’s getting faster-runrunrunrunrunshitshitshitshitshit”
i dont think my friends understand. when i say my room is messy i dont mean “cute” messy where i have a jacket hanging here and there i mean messy as in fuckin trash island where garbage citizens hold elections over who will become the next trash overlord it’s fuckin gross
I wish my friends would take random pictures of me when we hang out because I’m an arrogant prick and I want more pictures of myself that aren’t selfies.
Someone finally said it
idk i really like being called cute but i also really like hearing that you masturbate to the thought of me idk
I hate it when a student asks a legit question because theyre confused and the teacher treats them like an idiot like no wonder students don’t want to ask questions
ALL WATER DOES NOT TASTE THE SAME