I hate that I can’t see you. That I can’t touch you. That right after we say good night at two in the morning, the missing you comes back. I try to dream about you and you’re never there. It’s been so long, I don’t even dream about you anymore. It’s like I’ve lost the ability to imagine you in real life.
nala did you have to do that 😭 i'm supposed to be writing a paper not crying over bi!jk being so soft in that kissing extra 🥺 also you just called me single in like 50 languages thank you love you you're the best
getting lowkey emotional bc i’ve finally started wearing the shirts i found this winter in my grandma’s closet and not only do they fit me but they’re also very nice and fresh and it’s just so nice to wear something with a history