being a little in love with ur friends is like. in my chest I’ve carved out a little bedroom full of books and plants, and the sheets are clean, and the walls are your favorite color, and it’s reserved for you to come and stay whenever you please and leave whenever you like knowing you can always come home, because that part of me belongs to you, it has always belonged to you, it will never belong to anyone else, I want you, I don’t want anything to change, I need to know that you’ll always be here, I don’t want to tie you down, I would go to the ends of the earth for you, I’m happy if you’re happy, I have known you forever, we were strangers a year ago, I can’t imagine life without you, I love you I love you I love you

being slightly in love with your friend is so fucked up. i text them i can’t make it to something and they’re like “oh no worries! i hope to see you soon!” i need. a harpoon. for myself .

Need a pretty boy laying on my chest while he hugs my waist and murmurs "stay . . ." in that low raspy, half-asleep drawl, clinging to me while he nuzzles against my shoulder (and i secretly enjoy it hehehehe :33 he's just so cute)

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