half chillin half stressin

I open and close this app like it’s the fucking fridge

The older I get the more I realize everyone’s full of shit.

Tips to move on: remember the disrespect.

Concept: sleepy kisses in the dark, smiling against your lips.

i think love is stored in nighttime conversations and “did you eat yet” and books left outside your door and “i waited to watch this with you” and splitting something in half to share and “im proud of you” and folded towels and “you can pick” and heads on shoulders and “you’re right, that was shitty. im sorry” and knocks on doors and “DINNER!” and stupid jokes and “hey i got this for you” and coffee made just right and… there are so many ways people say i love you silently every day over and over again if you only listen

ain’t nothin u been thru that u didn’t get out of. stay up