please beer

one thing about me is i don't remember

But also i do

i’m definitely the girlfriend that rubs your back under your shirt in public just because i miss the feel of your skin

reblog or reply with your love song. you know, the one that you think is what love sounds like

If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

How weird is it that every person we ever fall in love with was once a stranger to us. As if all our choices and decisions led us up to them. As if we were meant to find home in the heart of someone who was once a complete stranger to us. Just the utter notion that love is written in fate and chance fascinates me.

The firm and deeply-held fear that if I’m getting to make progress on a fun craft or read a book that there must be some responsibility I am failing at.

Oh god, I feel this in the anxious place inside my chest.

generate a girlfriend here and tag this with what kind of girlfriend you got

the romanticism of undressing someone and seeing their curves and edges and birthmarks and scars and moles and freckles and kissing every single one of them

i love you air dried hair i love you no makeup i love you comfortable clothes made out of soft fabrics i love you short nails