i think when we meet someone we will grow to love, we recognize them a little bit. we know them beyond what our eyes can see. not a soul mate or a twin flame, but someone whose edges line up perfectly with your own. someone who comes into your life and clicks into place like they had never not been a part of who you are. you recognize them through their outline, through the parts of themselves that are inverse of your own. you are, to each other, matching pieces of the same puzzle and you would know them anywhere.

i know i called you bro but low key i wanna marry you

everyone in the 80s was like fuck ending this song

anyways i only allow sweethearts into my life. sweeties only

cannot sleep too busy thinking of scenarios

all i do is 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

whatever [falls in gay pirate love with you]

bitches will bring a million things to do on a train ride or long car trip and then spend the entire time looking out the window and daydreaming. i’m bitches