I wonder what would be the end of me. drowning in your eyes or getting drunk on your taste? I wonder what's gonna kill me. every day without you or hiding my feelings for you
I miss you blockbuster I miss you cds I miss you little buttons that played song previews in walmart I miss you vhs tapes I miss you blocky tv with rabbit ears that only had 10 channels I miss you scratched dvds from the library I miss you envelopes of developed photos from a film camera I miss you flip phones covered in stickers I miss you physical media
i don’t want to be “pretty” i want to be drop dead gorgeous, magical, ethereal, alluring, doll-like, so unrealistically beautiful that it’s actually terrifying.