being an adult sucks cause when people ask you to hang out you cant be like “my mom said no” you just have to change your name and move away
Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways.
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst.
Shout out to that one shirt that’s fit you for like, 5 years no matter how much your body has changed
I even grew boobs and it’s like ‘whatever, I got you’.
I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I won’t apologise because I miss you, or because I said it, or because I text you first, or again. I think everyone spends too much time trying to close themselves off. I don’t want to be cool or indifferent, I want to be honest. If I love you at 5AM, I’d damn well rather that you know I felt it. If I love you two hours later, I’ll tell you then too. Listen, I won’t wait double the time it takes for you to text me back because I don’t want to. I don’t care enough to be patient with you. I’m happy, you made me feel that way, don’t you want to know? So that’s how it’s going to be. I’m going to leave myself as open as a church door. And I’m going to wake you up before the crack of dawn to tell you that I’m fucking joyful, no pretending, not from me, not ever. Would you like some coffee, would you please kiss me? Here, these are my hands, this is my mouth, it is all yours.