why u here

what is it about ..... grocery shopping..... being in the kitchen ..... why is it only fun when ur alone..

“fantasizing about real people is bad because i wouldnt want anyone doing it to me” dont even worry about it

needing the type of hug where you bury your head in their shoulder and they just hold you tight and there’s this mutual need to keep holding on.

Sometimes I go to the store and do a mini-character study on random passerby’s. like wow, she’s been looking at the same can of tomatoes for 2 and a half minutes, perhaps she’s reading the nutritional facts, but it really shouldn’t take that long. Perhaps she’s daydreaming of being someplace else, maybe she yearns for the outdoors away from the city, she needs to go and breathe in the crisp air of pine, at the serene silent base of some mountain. Perhaps the loss of her son 6 years ago haunts her thoughts, and the only thing keeping her from bawling in the middle of this produce aisle is to read the nutritional facts intensely, really study every little ingredient, why does a can of tomatoes require something called xerlathoenol-13?? “God I miss Anthony” She thinks to herself.

hearing that last sleepy “i love you” before going to bed is a beautiful moment.

If you arent at least vaguely aware of your friends digestive system issues are you even friends.

The way that brown skin glows in the sun is probably one of the highest forms of beauty created by God.

rub my back and make my decisions for me