When someone makes you the happiest person and the saddest person at the same time, that’s when it’s real. That’s when it’s worth something.
In bed at 4PM
I held my pillow
and thought “oh well”
in regards to my entire life.
The hardest things about a new friendship is trying to find out the boundary for jokes.
I don’t give a shit about grand gestures or flowers at my door, I just want your teeth across my neck and my lips pressed to the small of your back, I want your stupid fucking sense of humour making me laugh at 4am when I have to be up at 6.
This strikes something within me