don’t ever assume someone likes you because 10/10 times they don’t
tell me which part of yourself
you hate the most
so I know exactly where to plant my lips
every time I see you
when your internet isnt really working well and your whole dash is just blank squares and you still scroll through it attentively
what if a guy in a hoodie comes up to you and hands you a giant book and gives you a sly smirk. when you start to read it, you realize it’s a book about your entire life. would you read it to the end?
what if you read it up to where you are now and then you realize that there’s only like three pages left when you get there