ebzo

i’m captain save a ho osns (on some nonchalant shit)

when it rains i can smell my hometown again and i am once again five years old, playing in the puddles

at the end of the day, it’s you

somewhere quiet only we know— but you died, so it’s just me now

maybe that’s why we met early, because we won’t grow old together

space makes me think of you

wanna get married?

i loop back and i kiss you in my dreams again

it’s kind of nice, meeting people just like you

just met a guy who said he doesn’t have a preference for color and that eventually one day he’ll find someone he cares about so much that her favorite color will become his. i think love in this generation will actually do just fine :)

feeling number by the minute

door will always be closed, but it’s waiting for you to push it open again

actively falling apart

cruel of me to wish this, but i hope you miss me more than i miss you

let me go or chase me, stop finding reasons to look for me