The Musings Of A Local Barista

me looking at the person i like: i am enamored even with the way your fingers move, with the way the light plays on your skin, with your freckles and your smile and your laughter, with your voice, with how you get around the things you love, with your humor,  me aloud: what’s up asshole

i think about your eyes a lot

loving someone is so much fun??? like??? it’s so lovely like you have the ability to make them smile and you hear how silly their laugh can be when they think something is really funny and it just makes you love them more and you can buy them nice little gifts that remind you of them and just the thought of them existing is so comforting.

date a boy who you can cuddle with while you watch movies and let your head rest on him when you get sleepy

i adore you, every little inch of stardust that you are

You’re so lucky if you’re in love and it’s reciprocated and it’s healthy and innocent and pure

idk if it’s bc i’m just rly emotional and on my period, but i’ve been sobbing about rly sentimental shit involving peter a total of five times in an hour

do you ever just think “wow i’m so proud to be in this person’s life, i’m so proud to be someone they love”. it’s a good feeling