some mornings i wake up and before i open my eyes i’ll imagine that i’ve somehow been brought back in time in my sleep and i’ll open my eyes and it’ll be the ceiling from weeks or months ago and i’ll get to redo everything or at least relive it. that’d be nice.
imagine having someone who only wanted you and didn’t flirt with anyone else and didn’t make you uncertain whether they liked you or not
i feel like people who eat breakfast really have their lives together
i really wanna kiss you and be cute with you and fall asleep in your arms and go on stupid dates but i also sort of want to light you on fire and throw myself into traffic so idk
Drunk girls know that love is an astronaut
It comes back, but it’s never the same