gwen stacy

i have a disease called “i believe i will have the love i have been reading about all these years one day”

let me assign you a love language which won’t make sense 

idk i just wanna sit in a dark library in an oversized sweater and smile at my lover over the top of my book as a storm rages on outside and a fire crackles in the fireplace and i feel warm and safe and loved is that too much to ask for

genuinely terrifying how adhd will have you be fully aware of the responsibilities you’re neglecting and yet its like you’re being piloted by a super chill hedonistic demon who can’t hear you/doesnt care

you ever look at someone and think “yeah forever would be cool with you”

Reblog for good luck

I think of you when I’m not even thinking.