Basically it's Whatever

i wanna be hugged and hugged and hugged and hugged and hugged

one day i'll be hanging my wind chimes and baking my bread, and somewhere there'll be the soft turning of pages in my quiet house and i'll remember that i've been loved for a long time and loved for a long time, and never have to think of another bad thing again.

despite all my rage i am still just a girl in a room

it drives me crazy how humans are just meant to hold each other. how come when you hold someone's hand, your fingers just perfectly lock with theirs? how is it that when you hug someone, your face fits just right in the crook of their neck? how can your hands cup someone's face like that's their only primary function? it cannot be coincidence that our bodies are fully capable of holding another... we were designed to love