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What’s something that gives your anxiety?

Making Phone calls

i think waiting together is a love language. wait for the train with me, so we can talk a little longer. wait for dinner with me, we can slow dance in the kitchen. wait for me until i can talk after crying my eyes out, hold me, we will figure it out. wait for me when it gets rough, i know i can get through this (with you). wait for me in the car, this song is too good to not finish listening to it. wait for the first snow with me, cold red noses and bright eyes. lets wait for each other, i love you.

sometimes we just want someone to share our silence with

i like art, and by art i mean music, poetry, sex, paintings, the human body, literature. all of this is art to me

half of adulting is basically you trying not to cry