I have to be up under you, kissing you, holding your hand, grabbing your butt, biting you… Something idc
I don’t wanna hear “what’s up” all the damn time. I’m serious. talk about what you wanna do with your life or your favorite childhood memory or your favorite color and why it’s your favorite color. what you wanna do when you grow up; even if it’s ridiculously unrealistic. what you think about when you look up into the sky at night and if you believe in aliens, ghost, vampires, or zombies. and it doesn’t matter if your opinion is different from mine because everybody’s mind works differently. nor will your opinion always be the same as mine, but it won’t matter because I will fall in love with the way your mind works and how you see everything in this world.
I just think it’s so cool when two people can have a conversation about the most unusual topics and feel completely comfortable with talking about it just because they want to know the way their minds work.
Do y'all ever wonder if people are thinking about you. Like I always wonder who really fucks wit me, who actually cares about how I’m doing. It’s interesting because for the most part I’m not sure that anyone truly does give a damn about me and yet I’m surrounded by all these friends and associates. It’s interesting
“sometimes people break and never go back to being the same person again. that doesn’t mean they didn’t heal at all, they just turned out to be someone different, someone who got stronger.”
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recovery.
“I understand that no one understands me, but I can’t be someone I’m not.”
— Audrey Tautou
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